It's awful really. I really don't wanna troll up to london just to talk to some people with whom I'm not sure I get along. I want to be sociable, but I really can't be bothered. And that troubles me, I feel I should be making an effort, that I'm not engaging enough, or not engaging with people enough... :-))).
Besides I've got two days hard drinking ahead of me at the InWales gig, so I need a night off. keep to the Fen Causeway
A couple of good young singers on show, and a full orchestra that performed rather well considering their proximity to smoke machines. I did not like being blinded by rotating white spots every time the Jesus Christ Superstar chorus came up. And my comment to the girls that there was a bit too much swearing in that song sent them off into giggles.
Tonight I have to drop into a record release for 'Bobb Hale' - no idea what it is, or what kind of music, but I promised to show my face briefly. Then later I'll be joining fellow self-organizing fans at a party for collaborative software company Dicole.
Oh, and yesterday my paradontologist informs me that a molar will have to come out. Fortunately my chewing abilities will not be affected over Yule - it'll be yanked out in January. You can't be me, I'm taken
