Leak soup
Oh little town of Barton, how still we once saw thee lie. But not anymore. The people are walking with changed stride patterns, the people seem… upbeat.
The end of last week saw another work trip to the FarNorth. On this occasion, Emma and I were accompanied by a colleague, Yvonne, who will be collaborating with us between now and the wrap-up which I’m hoping will be June/July. On this occasion our behaviour was befitting of the professional researchers that we are, rather than the amateur porn stars that we certainly are not. The trip was a success in that we got done much of what we’d aimed to, however, we are discovering sour behind-the-scenes politics – when the funders and the proposed beneficiaries of research are not one and the same body, then strange things can happen. It seems that someone is acting against our interests, and we know who that someone is – it is SmokerSkinWoman – she of the pudding-like head.
Had it pointed out to me yesterday that Stephen Fry is featured on the provisional programme for the Hay Festival, this made me whoop and cheer and jibber and sneeze – it was that kind of a weekend.
Much of the weekend was spent with Emma in the BigCity. On Saturday we met up with Catherine for lunch. There, something quite exciting happened – I was leaked at! Theatre-leaked that is. Catherine’s contact in theatre-world, had furnished details of who the secret celebrity guests were to be in a production of ‘That Play What I Wrote’ that will be showing in Stoke-on-Trent – the cultural mecca that had played host to Dracula a month or so ago. Anyway, the ruse is that at the end of ‘TPWIW’, a guest is welcomed onto the stage to whoops and cheers from the audience – up until this point, the audience are meant to have been wondering which legend will trog out onto the boards at Southport or Bradford or Coventry or wherever it is that the show is playing. This is the formula that Morecambe and Wise used on their TV show of the 70s and 80s and which is the broad subject of the play. Anyway, upon hearing that one of the celebrity guests was ‘the bridegroom in the biggest wedding of the year’, I was agog. Surely not? In Stoke-on-Trent? Then, I was directed to this. He will cover half of the shows; the others will be covered by some comedian who is most well-known for having a squeaky voice - which is obviously the epitome of funny. Regretably, I shall be washing my hair during the entire week of the ‘TPWIW’ run, thus, I shall miss the fun.
It was good to return to the chateau last night. I landed in time to follow a focus-free political debate between a rather addled Pete, and an equally addled weekend house guest, Mary. This alerted me to the fact that some politics are more important than others…
I love learning.
The end of last week saw another work trip to the FarNorth. On this occasion, Emma and I were accompanied by a colleague, Yvonne, who will be collaborating with us between now and the wrap-up which I’m hoping will be June/July. On this occasion our behaviour was befitting of the professional researchers that we are, rather than the amateur porn stars that we certainly are not. The trip was a success in that we got done much of what we’d aimed to, however, we are discovering sour behind-the-scenes politics – when the funders and the proposed beneficiaries of research are not one and the same body, then strange things can happen. It seems that someone is acting against our interests, and we know who that someone is – it is SmokerSkinWoman – she of the pudding-like head.
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Had it pointed out to me yesterday that Stephen Fry is featured on the provisional programme for the Hay Festival, this made me whoop and cheer and jibber and sneeze – it was that kind of a weekend.
Much of the weekend was spent with Emma in the BigCity. On Saturday we met up with Catherine for lunch. There, something quite exciting happened – I was leaked at! Theatre-leaked that is. Catherine’s contact in theatre-world, had furnished details of who the secret celebrity guests were to be in a production of ‘That Play What I Wrote’ that will be showing in Stoke-on-Trent – the cultural mecca that had played host to Dracula a month or so ago. Anyway, the ruse is that at the end of ‘TPWIW’, a guest is welcomed onto the stage to whoops and cheers from the audience – up until this point, the audience are meant to have been wondering which legend will trog out onto the boards at Southport or Bradford or Coventry or wherever it is that the show is playing. This is the formula that Morecambe and Wise used on their TV show of the 70s and 80s and which is the broad subject of the play. Anyway, upon hearing that one of the celebrity guests was ‘the bridegroom in the biggest wedding of the year’, I was agog. Surely not? In Stoke-on-Trent? Then, I was directed to this. He will cover half of the shows; the others will be covered by some comedian who is most well-known for having a squeaky voice - which is obviously the epitome of funny. Regretably, I shall be washing my hair during the entire week of the ‘TPWIW’ run, thus, I shall miss the fun.
It was good to return to the chateau last night. I landed in time to follow a focus-free political debate between a rather addled Pete, and an equally addled weekend house guest, Mary. This alerted me to the fact that some politics are more important than others…
I love learning.
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