And ten days later I actually get a moment to write something down!

The Boal lecture went really well - and I managed to get Augusto and Adrian into a taxi pretty sharpish post talk - literally battering girly drama students out of their way! They went onto Bristol for more training and I went to comedy with the girls. Very good fun, esp. the dark, bitter, just about to get divorced gothy guy.

Tuesday - I had a day of training re: Disability Discrimination Act at OSW. It was really informative but I got out at around 4pm to loads of messages on my phone re: my not being at work - goddamn I had told everyone AND put it in my microsoft diary! Went home in a really bad mood. Work is getting majorly stressful with all the training courses at the moment.

Wednesday - I had to go to Manchester to be around for the course there on Thursday morning. Johnny Marr was playing and I was in the student village area - so lots of feathercut passed my way (I thought of Jess and Lorna and their feathercut obsession!)

Thursday - It seemed like the course was going well. Until that is Adrian rang me at lunchtime complaining that the ASDA was too far away. Now my boss tends to overreact to little things so, it wasn't exactly complaining as more shouting at me. I then answered back saying that I disagreed with him! ooohhhh, I have wanted to do that for so long, we stopped the phone conversation and I literally cried...he has had me so stressed recently and all my friends/family were bored shitless with me going on about it! It does seem to have cleared the air though, which is good because he was the only reason that I was considering leaving a job that I adored.

Friday - our Schools tour had finished so we all finished early and descended on the local pub. Unfortunately as I had had no lunch or dinner, I managed to get very drunk very quickly! Hurrah, hurrah I'd spilt a pint by 7pm - hurrah, hurrah!

Jess and Lucy then came to meet me to go to see the Faint - who really do rock BTW - they were so sexy and dark and fun and gothy and 80's synth and...and...oh good god, hyperventilating, *gets brown bag*, *regulates breathing* I'm fine, I'm fine...

We then went to Bedrock, to meet up with Lorna who was having her leaving do. We were all beyond pissed up by now...so much so that I got off with Lorna's ex-boyfs best friend, Joe. It did seem to be a major geek love fest though as we had to keep stopping to push up our glasses! Proceeded to ignore mates most of the night, except when Lorna feel asleep on my lap which didn't impede on my getting off skills whatsoever!

Managed to get home, Jess running behind us (we left her in the club with some unsuitable young man). Didn't take Joe home, as I knew how pissed I was and how awful I'd feel in the morning (thus leading to utter hatred of all men esp. those in my bed that won't get out - I HATE one night stands when pissed - actually I only ever had one but I hated it with so much passion that it must never happen again).

Saturday - missed a matinee, shame on me but too drunk still. I had however pulled myself together enough to meet S&M Chris for Foi by the company Les Ballets C de la B - it was amazing. It seemed to be set in a post-11th Sept wasteland, the performers embody either angels or self-absorbed humans. The humans being moved, tickled and manipulated by the angels. It touched beauty, fun and emptiness - issues covered included HIV, Adam and Eve, birth, sex, violence, terror, and on and on....

Monday - a gang of us went to the Comedy night again. Jess, Lorna, Chris and Jan came along. The shows weren’t as great this time as people we trying out there Edinburgh shows. A little painful at times, it must be said. We did, of course, end up in Heaven with Little Chris. He did buy us tequila and chocolate to get us there though!

We had a very fun evening (but my holding hands and flirting with a certain young man is getting out of hand – I am in major danger of getting my heart broken, as I really don’t think he looks at it quite like I do…oh well, que será será).

Tuesday – I only had a half-day at work, as I was meeting Damaris and Richie for a training day at Stratford Circus. The day itself wasn’t very interesting but there were some previews of shows that look quite good and a chance to put faces to some names. However, the fact that I was out of work led to me being hyper and over excited. We went into town to meet Jess during her break between concerts but she was having a crisis so we went to see the Self-Portrait exhibition at the Portrait Gallery. Some of the pieces were amazingly beautiful, to see how people see themselves is so strange…

Damaris and I went for apple crumble and custard in St. Martin’s café and then I went home to my bed and slept for hours!

Wednesday – I met up with South African Chris (we really must find a better nickname for him) to see Macbeth at the Barbican. I went laden with white chocolate fudge – which is really the best thing in the world, to cheer him up with. This worked for some time but the show, oh my god, the show was bad. There were funny bits in it but most of it, oh my god, I was so glad it was over…and so was Chris.

Which brings us to today (Lucy’s birthday, hurrah!) Debrief re: the training courses this afternoon – update later as to whether I still have a job or not!!! Nice night in this evening I think.

But tomorrow The White Stripes and Jack White (have you seen the picture of his thighs in this weeks NME!) and Meg White and blues and rock ‘n’ roll and…and...and...oh good god, hyperventilating, *gets brown bag*, *regulates breathing* I'm fine, I'm fine...

And then Bedrock (if we can talk Ellie and Lucy into it).

Minor addition to the weeks notes: Last night I got up after I had put myself to bed to try on a skirt that I fancy wearing tomorrow, just to check that it looked ok with the top I wanted to wear – living with girls for the first time is having a very weird effect on me! Plus my top, headscarf and necklace all match today – hellppppp mmmmmeeeee, I’m a real giiiirrrrrllllll after all…….