"Tired like the beggar with the cold inside his bones
Looking for the pleasure that he knew was so far gone
So far gone
I took a turn to myself
And I was surprised, cause I saw everyone who ever I had loved
I felt a whole lot better after that"
Well that's a relief, sort of.
My Sickness interview was, like most worries, not as bad as I had expected. My "accidental" (ahem) insulting of a colleague had, thankfully, gone unheard, and that other problem at work, that I can't really discuss, turned out to be nothing! Silly me!
[In a much more serious tone, I really, really miss Barbara, but, of course, I have no one to blame but myself for that. You don't get too many chances like that in life, or meet many Women as genuinely wonderful as her, something I realised far too late! This comment seems out of place in my throwaway blog, but I want to remember how much of my thoughts were dominated by her, even after the months since I last heard from her]
and in totally superfluous news, I watched the "Sarah Connor Chronicles" (silly name) Season Two opener. I had only watched the first Season, when I read that Shirley Manson would be in the second (fancy!). I was expecting her to be terrible as she has never acted before, let me say I was only partially correct. In some scenes (which I assume were shot first) she was very nervous and shaky. However the (spoiler!) revelation that she is in fact a T-1000, sort of partially explained away the stilted acting. In perhaps the most unlikely scene I've seen in a long while , I witnessed Shirley Manson morphing from a urinal into herself and "spiking" an irritating throwaway character through the head. (Yes a urinal! complete with dreadful "Arnold" style pun)
“For the majority of us, the past is a regret, the future an experiment” - Mark Twain
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