Saturday, 25 June 2011
A couple of weeks of relative hardship, combined with a lack of mental fortitude had driven me to close this particular bastion of self expression, but then I thought to myself, “who am I to deprave the net of my incoherent ramblings and general bemoaning of life?” so the blog is back. Back for how long, I cannot say; my fleeting temperament does not lend itself well to long term commitments to projects; however I will try my utmost to keep things going for the time being.
Without being too specific about my recent goings on, I will just say to you that if there are a set of fates on some cosmological scale that have chosen to play a part in my recent attempts at life, they have been decidedly against me in their actions. To this effect, I have decided to revert to my tried and tested method of introversion and self improvement; work my way from the ground up rather than aiming for the big goals in life.
That being said, there are just some instances in life when you really just curse your own luck, for example, last Wednesday I had a trip for my college English course in which we were to watch a play at the famous Globe theatre. Now I’m not really much of a theatre goer myself but I decided to persevere and partake in a free show. I could not fault the play one bit, it was a production of Dr. Faustus and it was performed expertly by a cast of amazing actors, had the right combination of drama and comedy as it followed the tale of Dr Faustus who sells his soul to the devil in order to gain his second, Mephistopheles, as what is akin to a manservant for 24 years, during which Faustus uses the magic of said devil to achieve knowledge, wealth and fame. To top it all off, Mephistopheles was played by Arthur Darvill, better known for his portrayal of Rory Williams in Doctor Who, so I had the opportunity to see the full breadth of this brilliant actor’s range. That’s where the good luck ends.
It would appear that the organisers of this particular trip had managed to pick the day on which the Gods had decided to empty every vessel of heavenly water at once, as it seemed to rain non-stop for about 3 hours. Now you may ask why this would be such a bad thing seeing as I was watching a play at the time, however the well versed in the theatrical arts and culturally aware (read: middleclass) among you should know that the Globe is an open air theatre, which may not have been so bad on its own but it was expertly coupled with the peasants standing position that I was told would “build character” that I had to hold for 3 and a half hours. If by, “build character” they meant, “Cripple your feet and ruin your suede shoes” then yeah, I had a whole heap of character building on that day. That’s not including the walk too and from the train station. Certainly a fun day, would highly recommend it.
Joke to get the blog going once again
A guy went to a psychiatrist. "Doc," he said, "I keep having these alternating recurring dreams. First I'm a teepee, then I'm a wigwam, then I'm a teepee, and then I'm a wigwam. It's driving me crazy. What's wrong with me?"
The doctor replied, "It's very simple. You're two tents."