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My sister has just come into my bedroom and asked if I want to watch Big Brother 5. I
may have had an
extremely
tiring week, but I think I do still have two brain cells to rub together, so I've passed on that one. You can see me above re-enacting a particularly terse exchange with
a taxpayer-if the picture were an animation, my hair would be going greyer, and my face redder and redder by the second. The picture on the right shows my desk: I am obviously  very senior
and highly
important as I have been given two computer screens: I feel as though I am monitoring nuclear attacks rather
than collecting Council Tax sometimes.  Work colleagues Angie
(on the left) and Teresa (below) were sporting enough to have their pictures taken for
The Daily
Mikeograph, but
sadly June refused, fearing that I would animate her nose, as I did with mine in February: I do try to only be horrible about myself on this website- I don't always succeed, but I do try.

Well, that's your lot for today-
I didn't want to produce anything too involved, and
could quite easily have just just ended up with a testcard instead. What's that? Already been done? My memory isn't what it used to be.

Finally, my friends Duncan, Lynn, Bridget & Will have finished their walk across Scotland: an account of their journey can be found by clicking
here.
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Now that this month is nearly
over, I'm getting quite demob-
happy. Just think, I won't have to write about working for the  Council Tax and commuting on the tube any more  any more. The fact that I shall be
doing both of those on Tuesday 1st June hasn't really registered with me- if it isn't on the Internet, it hasn't really happened.

This evening, on a whim, I went to Shakespeare's
Globe, on the South Bank (see pic below), and
very impressed  I was with it all, gadzooks, sirrah, and hey-nonny-nonny. I bought a �5 ticket as a "groundling" (i.e. standing throughout, in the yard - my  very occaisional stints as a Prommer gave me a training for this) and a better-value evening of entertainment would be hard to find in London.
The setting was great- I soon forgot all the stage effects and oddball Shakespeare productions  I have
seen over the years- here was a simple stage,
and some actresses putting on a play,pretty much, we are led to believe, as it would have been in 1599.

And yes, I did say actresses, or this was a female-only production of
Much ado about Nothing, which once I  soon got accustomed to
the idea, made some kind of insane sense- after all, wasn't acting an all-male preserve in Shakepeare's time?
I forget.
I   followed the storyline without any real foreknowledge if the plot, although occasionally my wits threatened to desert me- the Beatrice and Benedict story was a complete hoot- Benedict was played by someone whose Brummie vowels reminded me very much of Josie Lawrence, which wasn't very surprsing as I've just checked the website and it was Josie Lawrence....

There was a line in Blackadder II, wasn't there, when Blackadder turns to Baldrick and says "you're so stupid, you'd laugh at a Shakespeare Comedy." I think I've always thought that to be a bit of a cheap joke, and rather untrue to boot- in the production tonight, much comic mileage was
gleaned from centuries-old lines and situations, and it just made me appreciate more and more the skills of actors  and directors. Oh, and yes William Shakepeare. Or the Earl of Oxford.
Or Francis Bacon. Who cares anymore?
Click on the Globe for their website; click here for a synopsis  of Much ado about Nothing, and its full text
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To call today lazy might be misleading: it might make you think I had exerted any effort on it. Still, never mind, I had a hearty Sunday lunch with all the trimmings, as these pictures show. I do like to pamper myself with such luxury sometimes, just to remind myself of life's little pleasures once in a while.
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