I am a local and a groupie with groupies
Trip Start May 27, 2010
97Trip End Aug 31, 2011
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Being a local has it's perks, but, in this case, downfalls. In the precinct where I work there are often live open air theatre and music performances. And so, I have become a groupie. Sitting outside in the garden beside my office at lunch last week I noticed a peculiar group of young people rehearsing a take on Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. Given that my writing bears such an uncanny resemblance to Shakespeare, it's only natural that I would be drawn to such rehearsals. So I saw the actors being directed by their stumpy-legged director, and saw their interpretation of the story taking shape. This week, while eating my leftover pasta lunch in the park, I was able to watch the first half of the performance
I must be a park local as well, because I have become familiar with the two men who bring their dogs to the park for a run. One of the dogs has the same mottled grey hair as it's owner and looks like a horse, while the other looks nothing like his owner (to be honest, I'm not sure I've ever seen a person who looks like a Pug!). Cute little thing though, it reminds me of the late Bozo. In other dog news, it appears that Baxter and Wedge were required to attend a second interview for their call centre jobs, and left home again during the week to make the appointment. Silly silly boys.
My fellow local (Gemma) and I felt the need to get away from the hustle and bustle of the big smoke and headed off to Oxford on Saturday morning to see how many brain cells we could rescue by spending time in a historically academic location. We got the train from Paddington and set off with our thermos and little egg-sandwich triangles. I'm glad I made the sandwiches (skills acquired from a Girl Guide lesson) because Gemma forgot to pack the yo-yo's
We walked into town and dropped our bags at the hostel and then wandered through the busy streets and waved to all of our fans. I was particularly overwhelmed when we walked through the covered markets only to find a pie named after me. So it became apparent that not only am I a groupie, following Shakespeare plays around the park, but Gemma and I have groupies too. By way of explanation, we went to a couple of pubs on Saturday night and drank 7.3% cloudy cider and ate the worst scampi ever. At the fourth pub, our fan base was uncovered when Wazza appeared at our table and failed to disappear for the rest of the night, despite our best efforts at deterring him with a barrage of insults and lies. He fancied Gemma - I told him she was a lesbian. He asked her age - she said she was 37. We told him to buggar off - he stayed. In the end we let him buy us some jaeger bombs, but sadly, very shortly thereafter we told Wazza we had to leave, and did a runner.
On Sunday we woke with heads as cloudy as the cider, and headed into town in search of food and despite only being 10.30am, I had tapas and orange juice for breakfast. It was actually just what the doctor ordered, and I'll keep it in mind for next time I wake with a cloudy head
So it was another successful week in England.
Other important things that happened this week:
- Kevin Spacey turned 51
- Heidi Kay went shopping in Hammertown
- A ranga appeared on the cover of the Australian Womens' Weekly magazine
- Brooke and Clint were engaged
- A US man reportedly became pregnant
- Heidi Kay went to dinner on the Strand with Gemma for their two month anniversary
- It rained in London
- Heidi's orchid bloomed (which turned her thoughts to her Frangipani plant back at home)
- A plane crash in Pakistan killed 152 people
- Bullfighting was outlawed in the Catalonia region of Spain
- Heidi Kay ate way too many M&M's and felt sick
- Chelsea Clinton got married, but no one cares about that
- It rained in London