Went out last night after work - managed to get Complimentary tickets to see Steve Severin perform a live score for Jean Cocteau's 'Blood of the poet" - love a bit of surrealism - big chunk reminded me of The Brothers Quay. Never seen it all the way through before - excellent stuff. It was in St Mary In The Castle - brilliant venue - and properly heated for a change - can't believe there was ever a move to turn this into a drop in center.
When I finally got to bed I was exhausted - been up for 20 hours, woke up this morning feeling rotten, really drained and bad tempered. The dogs are playing their part by being complete and utter cunts. Mouse has ripped up a big pile of toilet rolls and Alfie is being 'in your face' twattish.
I'm working at home today - just as well, can't face any kind of social interaction.
The news is all cuts, cuts, cuts. There is nothing left to cut. We might as well sell the Royal Family to the Americans. Had a look about inthe garden and sadly, I don't have space for The Ark Royal - but if I decided to go for a flat roof I could probably manage a Harrier Jump Jet.
I suspect that revision to the social housing system will lead to blood on the streets. I am really, really tetchy.
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