Archive for August, 2008

Well, I have returned from holiday, a day earlier than expected, although that wasn’t for any particular reason. We just got bored. I’ve been back for a few days now, but haven’t gotten round to updating this blog. I haven’t even gotten round to unpacking yet, so don’t expect me to keep up with a random blog no one reads. (why do I even bother?)

Anywho, holiday was fantastic, and that’s only because I got to meet this man:

Yes, I, Cooro, met a certain Mr David Tennant after the performance of Hamlet in Stratford-upon-Avon on July 29th (last Tuesday). And you know what? He was gorgeous sexy I wanted to kiss him a really nice guy. I mean, really nice! He chatted with me and signed his autograph and held my hand (oh yes! The sacred hand that David Tennant held!).

Seriously good day, that.

And the actual performance of Hamlet was unbelievable. I ran into a friend of mine on the bus this morning, and she asked me how it was. I spent a couple of minutes casting about in my brain for a good enough word, while she just sat there grinning and said, ‘That good, huh?’

It is indescribable. The acting is astounding, especially David Tennant, who I have never seen acting like that before, not even in Doctor Who. He went from serious and sane to stark raving mad in seconds and it was utterly, utterly convincing. The other actors were great too- Oliver Ford Davies playing Polonius is particularly noteworthy.

The rest of the holiday was so-so compared to that. We did the normal English camping holiday stuff- stately homes, botanical gardens (did you know there was one in the centre of Birmingham? Amazing!) shopping yada yada yada. Oh, and we went to Ikea. I had reindeer salami there. It’s surprisingly good, although I felt guilty afterwards for eating Rudolph. You don’t think Santa will punish me for that, right?

And I also tried something in a sandwich shop called Oriental Honey Chicken (OHC) on a baguette. Seriously good! Bright pink, served cold and with a sprinkling of salad- mmmmm. You can’t see, but I’m drooling Homer Simpson-like at the meer thought of that stuff. But, I only had it once while away, and it’s unlikely I’ll ever have it again. Sigh.

Now I’m back home, I’m thinking about what to do with myself. I’ve been job hunting several times, handed my CV in at a few places, but so far, it’s been fairly fruitless. So instead I’ve decided to distract myself with pirates. Oh yes. I had an idea for a story (short or long, I don’t know at this stage) about pirates, but of course, all good stories need research. So I’m currently fishing (if you’ll pardon the pun) for everything I can find out about pirates on the internet. I bought a book (The Mammoth book of Pirates, har har) and went to the library to reserve some stuff, including Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson, as research material. Should be fairly interesting (anything to distract myself from the dreaded results day looming over me).


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