Relax... don't do it

Wow. Tomorrow spells the first time in 5 months that I get to have 2 days off in a week. The idea of that alone feels like a fucking holiday right now! Other news in brief is that my Dashboard tickets are bought and paid for and should be arriving in the post soon. And finally, I too have enquired into booking a [late] place for the upcoming Monopoly Pub Crawl V on the 22nd (the idea is to have a drink at a pub on every street of the London Edition Monopoly board). Hopefully 'Tim' is still taking bookings because I reckon this will be one MASSIVE laugh.

I'm still trying to convince myself that I should be doing something drastic with these 2 days coming up. I don't know, go see some sights or something. Unfortunately though, I think I'll be spending my time at home in nervous anticipation of the post flap clanging with the days delivery. You see, I find out whether I go through to the next and final stage of the interview process, for the recently applied for position, sometime in the middle of the week. For some reason, although I went into the interview full of confidence and came out quite confused about exactly how it went, I've resigned myself to some kind of strange ambivalence. I think it's a bit of a defence really... I'll be able to brush off rejection far easier that way (if I need to). And if rejection is what I'll have to resign myself too, at least I have the [small] consolation of knowing I went through into the final 25% before droppping out. Although technically that's like getting the 15th question on Who Wants To Be a Millionaire wrong and losing everything. You'd be bummed then too.

Other news, which should have been mentioned days ago but wasn't, is that Oleanna at the Garrick Theatre in Leicester Square was stupendously amazingly brilliant! Thanks to a mixture of great writing, unbelievable acting, and 3rd row seats, Oleanna is by far my favourite theatre experience to date. To see actors like Aaron Eckhart, and especially Julia Stiles, acting right in your face is moving on an almost spiritual level. Never in my wildest dreams did I think anyone could be so convincing when viewed from so close and without special effects. It's not something I can explain, but watching the subtleness, the smallest of nuances, which convey the characters authenticity... just phenomenal. I recommend Oleanna to anyone, whether you think you like theatre or not. The brillance of the cast could convert the most hardcore blockbuster fan. One negative did arise from the experience though... I don't know if a woman crying will ever have the same effect on me ever again. Seeing Julia Stiles smiling at the end of the final scene as she took her bows, with the tears she'd faked just seconds before still running down her cheeks, has finally convinced me that women can (and do) fake tears to get their own way. I will not be tricked by the Apple-wielding temptress again!

But my parting shot is this: Why do the English youth feel the need to gob on the sidewalk?! It's disgusting. What? Do they think they're on the footie pitch? I don't get it.