clo_again: (Maneki Neko - Year of the Cow)
Hahahaha 'post more often'. Yep. So, moving on!

Hello, I am not yet dead or giving up on LJ or- actually no, everything else is pretty much what you'd expect; work is boring yada yada, life continues much unchanged yada yada...well I suppose that's not technically true. There's been recent work dramallamas in the continuing saga of Why Must Everyone I Work With Be So Relentlessly Stupid and it all kicked off with an official complaint by another admin girl last Monday, but I've had phone conversations since (I was off Wednesday - Friday) that implies it's all sorted and we are in fact in good nick with the management who think we're doing a great job. I guess I'll see tomorrow. The whole stupidity has really crystalised the fact to me that I don't want to work for that place long-term even though I don't mind the job itself, because stupid dramallama stuff that should've been avoided with a little common sense happens all the time. It's reminded me that I need to actually focus on saving money towards an eventual Masters, preferably in Cardiff, so I can flee the place.

This resolution to save started most excellently well as I almost immediately went off on a three-day shopping trip to Cardiff. In justification it's been planned since April, I did actually desperately need new shoes/jeans, and it's like getting it all out of my system before I go cold turkey on spending, right?

(It made more sense when I was using it as an excuse to buy things, really.)


This building never fails to make me happy. <3


The trip was so lovely - I think I definitely needed just to get out of dodge for a few days because I'd been getting more and more stressed with everything at work and actually just leaving the county (and the country, given that I went back to Wales!) was good timing, and I felt better about life, the universe and everything just by the time I got to London Euston.

Yes, I went to Cardiff via London. Yes, there was an excellent reason for this; I arranged the entire trip around going to the Hampstead Theatre to see Propeller (I may have mentioned them before. At length. In the previous post. I really like Propeller) perform their Twelfth Night again. I love the play so much, I couldn't bear the thought of not seeing it again and despite fretting the entire way down that I'd miss it (due to engineering works I had to catch a train to Manchester, wait an hour for my next train to London, then catch a couple of Tubes and find the theatre by 2:00pm) I got there in plenty of time. I did a post about it over in the Propeller comm, so I won't repeat myself but it was wonderful. In the interval I tweeted "My idea of heaven is sitting in a dark theatre and watching Propeller perform this play over and over", and I meant it. If it hadn't finished touring yesterday I'd say to go see it; as it is they're touring Midsummer Night's Dream/Comedy of Errors starting in November and everyone should go see at least one of them. I am. Multiple times. (No, I really am.)

Then, after catch-up sushi and mocking the Tie Rack workers at Paddington station with [livejournal.com profile] kindoftrouble and A, it was a packed train and then Cardiff. I love Cardiff. I may have mentioned this before. And this time it was mid-week so the shops weren't too busy (apart from flocks of graduates in robes that bizarrely kept congregating everywhere), everywhere had great sales, the weather was hot but not humid at all, and everywhere I went people had Welsh accents (a girl standing behind me in Schuh exclaimed over a pair of Converse "Oh those are lush!"). It was lovely. I shopped all day Thursday, ate down at a packed Cardiff Bay full of people enjoying the sunshine and workmen turning Roald Dahl Plass into a beach, complete with helter-skelter.



It's going to be a beach for all of August, complete with sand, a water play area, and traditional seaside amusements. I wish I could go back to see it because I think it'll be amazing.

I also saw Pacific Rim on Thursday night which was so delightfully, uncompromisingly ridiculous that I loved every second of it. I think it demands a suspension of disbelief from the very first line and how much you enjoy it depends totally on how far you're willing to simply shrug and roll with it, but if you do it rewards you by being a lot of fun. Even if every time someone said 'jaegar', I couldn't stop myself mentally adding 'meister' onto the end.

Friday was more shopping, and gbk and then an endless six hour trip home which definitely increased my stress levels again but an entire weekend of dedication lounging has fixed that. I'm sad that I have to go back to work tomorrow and that I don't have any more time off until October, but Cardiff remains fabulous. I wish I could win the lottery so I could just buy my penthouse flat on the Bay and stay there.

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Other Things:

- [livejournal.com profile] jesse_kips is a rockstar and got us tickets to see Tom Hiddleston in Coriolanus after Christmas. I want to say how awesome this is but I don't think words that awesome have been invented yet. It's entirely possible one or both of us will end up with restraining orders against us but given the general insanity of Hiddleston's fans we'll probably just blend right in.

Incidentally, that'll make it five times that I've been to the theatre this year. That's pretty good. Next year I'm thinking that I'll aim to make it six.

- Andy Murray won Wimbledon! This made me utterly delighted, (especially since they can now stop repeating that awful interview from 2012 when he was crying too much to speak oh my god BBC seriously, STOP SHOWING IT). I wrote 5000 words of post-final Murray/Djokovic in a fit of inspiration that was killed by work stress and shopping. It's so close to being finished, I should actually just suck it up and do it. Argh.

- In general, writing is going- well, I don't want to say 'not well' but 'distinctly average'. Must try harder.

- The sun came out in Britain about two weeks ago and hasn't gone back in yet. Everyone enjoyed it for about a day and then old people started dropping like flies, doctors started screaming about skin cancer and all the salt marshes on my train ride to work have dried up. Dear Britain, the next person to complain about the rain will be taken out and shot, understood?

- Still haven't won the lottery, despite multiple attempts. Sigh.

- I promised to post about Peter and Alice, didn't I. That's not a question. I know I've failed, even though I have it all written down. It was fantastic and made me cry like a baby, and I think that may be as far as I get in forming coherent thoughts. Sorry. :(

- I had another point, and then I thought of Ben Whishaw and promptly forgot it. Er. It probably wasn't important.

- This is probably it for another two months but I do check LJ every day so if you do want to check I haven't fallen off the face of the planet, leave a comment & I will get it & reply. Keep posting. For all its failings, it makes me sad that LJ is slowly dying. I'll miss it if - when - it finally gives up the ghost (plus I've forgotten my Dreamwidth password again. Typical).
clo_again: (Propeller - Screweth Thou)
I've just noticed that [livejournal.com profile] scoobydumblonde has gifted me a pair of dragons and my face went :D , which is pretty amazing for a Sunday night. <3 Thank you! :D

Secondly, I am not dead. I've been meaning to make an LJ post for- er, yes, not actually going to count the days because that's depressing but some time!

In that time I have: bought a blu-ray player; played an awful lot (around 45 hours so far apparently) of Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword, most of it spent flapping around Skyloft on my giant red bird BECAUSE I CAN; got a new job (but in the same hospital); left my old job (by walking across the road to a different building); spent far too much money; decided not to do Wimbledon this year as I can't afford it after spending all my money; bought a piano-sized keyboard; failed to play anything recognisable on piano-sized keyboard; watched a lot of Suits; read of a lot of fic (mostly Suits); saw a spectacular production of Henry V with [livejournal.com profile] jesse_kips; read at least two fairly average books; watched the entire first season of Sabrina the Teenage Witch for the first time in years; thought a lot about how I should make an LJ post with all my Suits fic recs; started making this post, which will include at least one Suits rec.

That pretty much sums it up.

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The Henry V production we went to was by the fabulous Propeller who I've seen do The Taming of the Shrew and Twelfth Night, and who have pretty much ruined Shakespeare done by anyone else for me forever. You can see a nifty trailer for their Henry V here and for The Winter's Tale production they're touring with it here. Their Winter's Tale even comes recommended by Stephen Fry! They're in New Zealand right now but they're touring the UK until August; I'm going to see Winter's Tale in London in July and honestly, if you even remotely like Shakespeare or theatre, go. Propeller are so amazing. I still mourn that they don't do DVDs so I'll never see their beautiful Twelfth Night again (see post title: the way Simon Scardifield delivered it was heartbreaking. Him not being in Henry this time was the only thing wrong with it.)

Did have the weird realisation halfway through Henry V that Dugald Bruce-Lockhart who plays Henry has been in all three of the Propeller productions I've seen (Petruccio in Shrew, Olivia in Twelfth), making him the only stage actor I've seen on three separate occasions.

When I confessed this, [livejournal.com profile] jesse_kips accused me of stalking. Then I also confessed that I'd slashed him with Simon Scardifield after watching Shrew (they kissed on stage, the entire play is basically them having epic emotional battles since they were Petruccio and Katherine respectively, what was I supposed to do?)

And then I remembered I even had a LJ icon of Dugald (see: this post's icon) and gave up on anyone hope of arguing that I wasn't a stalker. In my defence it's been mostly incidental; he is in a rather fabulous Shakespeare company.

I'm in the front row when I go to see Winter's Tale. Er. Maybe I'll keep my head down.

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I started this an hour ago as an escape from tidying my wardrobe a brief update and there's still boxes all over my bed (woe), so wrapping it up with an incredible Suits/Avengers fic rec:

Sidekick by Closer, (who wrote the amazing Mike/Harvey Pizza verse.

Sidekick was written on the kinkmeme for the prompt 'Harvey Specter wasn't the rich renegade badass that plucked Mike from his potential life of crime. Tony Stark was.' It's well-thought out and hilarious and Mike's grandmother forces Tony to eat regular dinner and all the other Avengers show up (Mike teaches Thor yo mamma< jokes omg) and it's all so ridiculously in-character that it's almost unbelievable. Oh and if nothing else, SPIDER-MAN HAS A CAMEO. All of Closer's Suits fic is brilliant but I wouldn't be too sad to see her take time off to write more for Iron Man/The Avengers too because her Tony is amazing.

My one weird thing with it was that's Tony/Mike- and done awesomely - so even though Harvey shows up (as Tony's lawyer) it's obvs not going to have the same Mike/Harvey relationship. I felt a little sorry for Harvey missing out - Mike works for Iron Man; he's not missing out on anything - BUT I have just noticed that she's added a bunch of codas and there was the promise of a Harvey/Mike/Tony threesome so I'm just going to check that out.

Tidying? Pfft. Go read fic!
clo_again: (Ellen Pompeo - Smile)
Any morning is improved greatly by your favourite-right-now-actor getting defensive about his height. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy that even people I look up to get called short too. ^_^

I need some sort of icon in support of short people. "We can't reach the top shelf but we can bite your goddamn ankles when you mock us for it!" Or something.

Going to buy new ffffiiiiiissssshhhhhhh soooon... Inordinate amounts of happiness over this, because there is nothing more depressing than an empty fish tank. Told the mother last night:

Mother: But you're coming home soon, do you really have--
Me: Yes.
Mother: But it's hardly worth-
Me: It really is.
Mother: But-
Me: Stop talking! Or I'll buy rats instead.
Mother: ...
Me: And maybe a parrot.

Which just proves that threatening 'parentals with rodents works excellently. Wish I'd known this when I was ten and wanted reptiles.
clo_again: (Puck - Fairy Time)
Well my vague idea of organising some kind of trip down south in June for us to see 'Shrew and Twelfth Night on the same day is screwed; all the performances of Twelfth Night are sold out. I'd still love to see 'Shrew again but Miko's seen it, so I don't know if she'd want to bother with a four hour train trip plus an overnight stay for something she's already seen. *sadness* And the talkback shows are sold out too.

...

Anyone fancy a trip to Milan in May? ;)

Oh for godssake, DO SOME WORK. *kicks self*
clo_again: (Pleasantville - Hiding Away)
Back in Lancaster. Trying to decide if this is a good thing, since I didn't really have time to get sick of being at home (except the slow internet. Ngh. That I can do without.)

Unfortunately, it means it's actually crunch-time dissertation-wise and I need to start it now. Which is why sitting here wondering why Propeller don't have an LJ community and if I could fix that is a bad idea. Bad bad bad. Tempting but bad.

Buzzing was stopped in my absence. Most excellent.

Why can't I just go see 'Shrew/Twelfth Night again instead of having to work? >_< Though my loan came through yesterday and my 'rents bought food and dissertation printer ink for me, which I wasn't expecting, so maybe I can buy Spaced. Or maybe I should wait until I've reached 10,000 words. Yeah, I probably should. Or at least until I've reached The Point of Ultimate Stress over the next day or so.

Also want to change LJ header. Must. Resist.

edit: Yeah. Didn't resist. Only now I can't work out if everything else matches and if I should need to change it all. Or work. Woooorrk.
clo_again: (Puck - Fairy Time)
LJ refusing to load flist... weird. Too tired for this LJ. Ggrr.

But just got back from seeing Propeller perfoming Twelfth Night and *damn* were they good. I already knew they were after seeing 'Shrew in the autumn but tonight just backed it up. Even my dad, who is the least Shakespeare-y, literary kind of person you'll meet and who sulked about being made to go and see it *all day* really enjoyed it. I love this theatre company. They're awesome. I'm only regretting not being able to see the two plays back to back (and see them again; I wish they'd sell DVDs of the performances. I know it's not as good but it's *something*.) I'm also not, in any way, still crushing crazily like a crazy thing on Simon Scardifield (the guy wearing a dress in the icon.) Nope. In no way at all. I was just happy he spent so much time on stage tonight and dropped his trousers at one point because he is a superb actor.

Which is an excellent excuse, because he is. ;)

In short: awesome. Maybe not quite as good as 'Shrew but our seats were uncomfortable and there was a... what's the politically correct way to say disabled these days? :-/ anyway, a girl who made a lot of noise, especially during the second half, so that might've contributed (will not rant on this point, because it is direly uncomfortable and a minefield of unpolitical correctness but there does reach a point when you have to consider the rest of the people in the audience and the actors too.) More annoying was the little boy humming in front of us, since he only had the excuse of being a bored little brat. If I hadn't had pretty men acting to distract me, I would've whacked him on the head with my shoe. Humming through a play! An amazing, funny, fantastic play! Peasant.

I love Propeller. I hope they keep together and keep doing stuff, so I can keep going to see them in future. Plus the 'rents liked it, so I can just get them to take me. ^_^ Shiny.
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