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Thursday 22.5.03

TUM tee tum. God I'm boring sometimes. Last night was my first night in my flat with no visitors and no plans to go out and spend money for a good 3 weeks, and very nice it was too. Still rather manic amounts to get done - today is typing up a marauding translation about some photographer in South Africa and desperately trying to find a decent French dictionary on the internet to tackle those bits of it which suddenly switch from German into the language of the armpit-sponge. May go down to the State-Library later but every trip I have made there so far has been a fair waste of time so I might just not bother and do it tomorrow. Extra choir later in the arse end of the world too, joy. Pottering about, then. Back to London a week tomorrow for 10 days - scary thought.


Friday 23.5.03

TWO giggly things today. Firstly, devotees of this site will remember me writing a few weeks back -very bitchily- about a girl in my German class called 'Fang.' I now find out her surname is 'Wang.'

Other giggly thing is the link on the BBC news website. The link was funnier than the page: Are you affected by SARS?

Please don't get me wrong - I know it is a terrible thing to laugh about. I quite like BBC news although I'm looking for another place on the net to get my current affairs fix (Recommendations?) because the layout's got a bit shitty recently and there are all sorts of polls and shit on there which really aren't necessary. All a bit too fluffy for my liking.


Saturday 24.5.03

10.46pm I have just come back from an all-day choir rehearsal. I have been singing for 7 hours.

Notes sang correctly: Approximately 13. Notes sang incorrectly: Approximately 2,639.

OH well, nobody's perfect. Actually, although I am utterly and completely shagged-out now, I have had a fantastic day. The choir I have joined are friendly and nice, and, with the exception of the odd insane caterwauling soprano-bint, are actually a really decent bunch. I realised that I was enjoying singing in the choir whilst in the middle of the sublime, endlessly wonderful Polovstian Dances, which just happens to be my favourite piece of classical music of all time. Because I sing tenor, I sit bang in the middle of the chanting masses, which, when everyone is singing well, is a beautiful and moving experience. So was it today - litening to the heartbreaking tones of Borodin's masterwork and almost missing my own cues because I kept drifting off on the melody (I appreciate that I sound like I am on drugs at the moment - please believe me, I am not, promise) - so indescribably lovely that I know that, when I sing it for the last time with this choir, the feeling will be something akin to heartbreak. I am not going to go on about this any more here because I appreciate how utterly tedious this might all sound, but I shall shortly be establishing a section on here where I will indeed indulge, because, while it is incredibly pretentious of me to say, I think something as stunning as the Polovstian Dances merits it.

Right, going to start translations how. Lovely.


Monday 26.5.03

Procedure for teaching old ladies English:

1. Stand in front of class
2. Try to thing of something to say, in either language
3. Smile sweetly
4. Crap self
5. Repeat

PERHAPS I should explain.
Matt called me yesterday, and in that pitiful, begging sort of way which makes you feel like a shit when you refuse, asked if I could take his English classes today (he teaches pensioners once a week - a hobby for both him and them ;-)...) Me being too nice and bovinely stupid to say no, found myself therefore standing in front of a cluster of white heads today, doing the above over and over.

Actually, it went just fine, and I really enjoyed it (plus it's a nice little money-spinner...) - so despite the fact that the classes are an arse to get to (for those of you living in London it's just like taking the tube from Warren Street down to somewhere random like Clapham or Kennington) and some of the dears were a touch fierce, it was great fun. And old ladies really are just so cool.