Ho Hum

[liadnan]

Once again, a formerly manic workload is signed off and I suddenly have nothing to do... It's a gorgeous day, and the Clique is gathering in a pub. So I think I may slope off very soon now. Say bye bye wagon...

Actually, I am going home to Hampshire this weekend so I shall have to split at 8. Time to see my parents again: I'm still worried about my father, but it's a situation where I'm left really not knowing what I ought to be hoping for. He isn't going to be the man he was again, even worse he knows that and it makes him unhappy.

I'm re-reading Don Quixote at the moment, and for the first time in a modern translation (the Penguin Classics one, couldn't resist the cool new covers and the 3 for 1 offer...) rather than a mid 18th century one. Not that the other (in OUP Worlds Classics) was bad, but it was written as a contemporary novel (arguably the first true modern novel). Haven't a clue what "sense" Spanish readers have when reading the original though. Does it read like, say, Tom Jones does to us? I'm finding a lot more of the humour in it reading the modern translation. And also seeing more clearly that this, a seventeenth century novel, does post-modern jokes better than anyone writing today.

Once again, we intended to go and see To Kill A King last night, but Steph had a work crisis. I'm beginning to wonder if some terrible curse has been put on us in relation to this film. It better be damn good, and I have a suspicion it'll turn out no more than ok. In other news, I am fed up with being single. Indeed, with the paucity of casual flings even. Oh no, that isn't news, is it? Why is it that my dream girl doesn't just walk into the library where I'm sitting and fall at my feet? Happens to everyone else all the time, I know it does, I saw it in the movies.

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i stumbled upon this and read a bit so i just thought i'd say hello..