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Aug. 7th, 2003 04:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liadnanThe sun is still shining and I'm still half asleep. There's a Lightning Seeds song, on Jollification that fits my mood precisely, unfortunately I can't remember the title, so you'll have to work it out for yourself, if you feel like it.
From my point of view, given that I don't have to worry about growing crops and similar, and that I'm not so busy that I have to focus completely for ten hours straight or anything, the only problem with the weather from a purely selfish point of view is that there isn't in or around my office a pond to jump into, still less any sea. There used to be a pond in the middle of New Square, and legend has it that there will be again when the Once and Future King returns, but for the present it has been removed for the purpose of putting in a fountain, costing half a million quid and unwelcome to half the members and tenants of Lincoln's Inn (I have actually made that proportion up, but I don't think it's unfair). The ducks are displeased, and it is said they have been heard plotting revenge in their hideout down at the point where the old Fleet River flows, underground for a few hundred years now, into the Thames. I hope and pray that when the time of their terrible revenge comes I shalll be out of the country.
I was going to the Proms tonight (Schumann Cello Concerto with Heinrich Schiff; Shostakovich 10; something new by Judith Weir, who I have met and is a pleasant woman but a rubbish composer; BBC Scottish Symphony cond. Ilan Volkov) but I can't be bothered. This lethargy is terrible. One of the good things about having a season ticket was that I would feel obliged to go to lots of concerts and discovered quite a lot of music I previously didn't know. Incidentally, I'm of the definite opinion that contemporary classical music really needs to be heard live to appreciate it properly, at least the first time.
Went out for a quick drink with Joff and Kake last night, sadly I had to go home and work on a hearing for today (which didn't actually happen anyway) while watching TV.
Channel 4 seem to have turned Wednesday evening into the New New Friday (in an attempt to bring myself into the Private Eye neophiliacs column, ie gratuitous "brown is the new grey" lines). ER, building towards the season climax; a new series of Teachers; and Sex in the City.
I was quite disappointed by Teachers actually. I loved the first two series, but with another two of the main characters gone, and Simon not back, though the trailers indicate he will be, it's lost its edge and the comedy duo of Kurt and Brian have to carry the episode. OK, so they get some good lines, but it isn't really enough. As for Sex in the City it remains enjoyable, but the episodes after they finished basing it on Candace Bushell's original novel have never been as good.
My pet leaf has vanished. It's been kidnapped, I'm sure of it. I expect a ransom demand daily.
From my point of view, given that I don't have to worry about growing crops and similar, and that I'm not so busy that I have to focus completely for ten hours straight or anything, the only problem with the weather from a purely selfish point of view is that there isn't in or around my office a pond to jump into, still less any sea. There used to be a pond in the middle of New Square, and legend has it that there will be again when the Once and Future King returns, but for the present it has been removed for the purpose of putting in a fountain, costing half a million quid and unwelcome to half the members and tenants of Lincoln's Inn (I have actually made that proportion up, but I don't think it's unfair). The ducks are displeased, and it is said they have been heard plotting revenge in their hideout down at the point where the old Fleet River flows, underground for a few hundred years now, into the Thames. I hope and pray that when the time of their terrible revenge comes I shalll be out of the country.
I was going to the Proms tonight (Schumann Cello Concerto with Heinrich Schiff; Shostakovich 10; something new by Judith Weir, who I have met and is a pleasant woman but a rubbish composer; BBC Scottish Symphony cond. Ilan Volkov) but I can't be bothered. This lethargy is terrible. One of the good things about having a season ticket was that I would feel obliged to go to lots of concerts and discovered quite a lot of music I previously didn't know. Incidentally, I'm of the definite opinion that contemporary classical music really needs to be heard live to appreciate it properly, at least the first time.
Went out for a quick drink with Joff and Kake last night, sadly I had to go home and work on a hearing for today (which didn't actually happen anyway) while watching TV.
Channel 4 seem to have turned Wednesday evening into the New New Friday (in an attempt to bring myself into the Private Eye neophiliacs column, ie gratuitous "brown is the new grey" lines). ER, building towards the season climax; a new series of Teachers; and Sex in the City.
I was quite disappointed by Teachers actually. I loved the first two series, but with another two of the main characters gone, and Simon not back, though the trailers indicate he will be, it's lost its edge and the comedy duo of Kurt and Brian have to carry the episode. OK, so they get some good lines, but it isn't really enough. As for Sex in the City it remains enjoyable, but the episodes after they finished basing it on Candace Bushell's original novel have never been as good.
My pet leaf has vanished. It's been kidnapped, I'm sure of it. I expect a ransom demand daily.
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Date: 2003-08-07 08:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-07 08:53 am (UTC)I have no money spare for ransom demands. I shall have to beg. Or busk.
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Date: 2003-08-07 09:08 am (UTC)Ah, okay. In which case, I'll just agree with your original point.