Saw this very funny farce at the Hampstead Theatre yesterday, In The Club. Tightly written, slickly directed and faultlessly performed, the whole production is a joy to watch. The racist UKIP Yorkshireman is a real tour de force as is the over-sexed MEP, the member for everyman.
I find myself contemplating the nature of love: is it a sharp biting need or is it a slow burn affection or is it both or neither? What is the difference between devotion and habbit? All very unsettling thoughts. Am I perhaps a malcontent, never happy with what I've got simply because I have already got it? I am not sure that these things are within one's own control.

Another one. I feel quite neutral about the b'day itself. It would have been nice to hear from everyone I wanted to hear from. But I am grateful to those who did say hello and send good wishes. In contemplative mood. The Govt is busy killing cows, cows that their policies may be responsible for infecting in the first place. I think the sensible solution is for us all to stop eating cows and drinking milk. Probably do wonders for colon cancers. Does foot and mouth make the milk dangerous to drink or the meat dangerous to eat. We should be told. In the meantime, it's an orange juice and soy spag bog for me.

I am, unusually, alone for the weekend. the space is incredible. The summer has arrived so it's by the pool and reading (Nick Hornby) and liesurely meals and silence (apart from the dogs who are barking annoyingly).