The Little Theatre: An Education, and what an education it was!

I did not get the chance to post this on 'the day' as Gmail, Hotmail and Webmail all managed to fight over me so much so that no one won and and my best efforts to 'sign in' became an epic fail. But now I succeed, and I've realised Hotmail is my favourite, the old school, if you will; Gmail is a sheer irritation and the drain on my life; and as for Webmail, it is unestablished, so much so it ought not be classified as 'mail' at all.
Goody!

That night last week was a wonder:

I think perhaps today (Wednesday 11th Nov,09) was a very good after all. If not for my career, then for myself.
My throat hurts when I swallow, I have an occasionally lingering pressure in the right hemisphere in my brain which concerns my hypochondriac self a little, and a cold nose due to awful electric heating, but all things considered I am quite joyfully happy. Or, at least warm inside, with contentment. I was very glad to have shared my evening with a dear friend and housemate Florence who was of course entertaining and a great spring board to bounce off with her wonderful anecdote and so on. We took our minds of the blah blahs of the world and into the land of the la laas, by means of recorded theatre. La ciné!
An excellently written beautiful shots and remarkably sweetly acted piece by a man of I think (from the name and its spelling) of German decent, called ‘An Education’. We watched and laughed and watched some more and I couldn’t help but think – Lauren this was a good choice, referring to actually stepping out of the house and grabbing a hold of my own evening’s destiny- salvaging a pretty awful day. And a good choice of course by Flo- who chose today/night to watch An Education rather than Bright Star. Which incidentally instead came up for more entertainment and discussion later on in our evenings adventures!
We met a man/boy/fellow student hovering inevitably between the two evils, Ruary (or Rory- I never asked, nor did Florence.) He worked at the Little theatre: the delightful Bath born cinema, which recently starred in the fantastical Fantastic Mister Fox film! He was great! Genuine and kind and fine art fellow he fit the bill- definitely fit the bill of more good art! And more great entertainment and company! After walking us home I pondered, aloud and in the form of a question, posed to my friend- Do you think he was G-A-Y or just (Shit I forget the exact terminology), or just (there’s the badger-) ‘softly spoken’? Terrible really isn’t it? As if all the good ones just fell off the planet when the Earth was flat... whoopsiedaisys!
I trust now there are good and bad and life is as Keating says a rollercoaster, you’ve just got to ride it. Today surely has been an emotional rollercoaster. But I do love a good ride (so to speak). I do love a good pump of adrenaline to kick start my heart if it falls a little faint!

So... To friends and theatre- in all their forms!
I raise my glass up high in my joyus friendly fist and lower my minds encapsulator down gently to the cold side of my pillow.

Nan Night.