On not being arsed
I’ve seen a couple of shows this last week, and a few others in recently, that I’ve not been bothered to write about. It’s not that I’ve had nothing to say - it’s NEVER that - but priorities seem to be shifting. I think it’s maybe because I’m sooooo bored of being a student now. Whenever I’m not writing an essay I just want to be listening to The Archers or buggering about on the internet. I feel so much less driven than before. Or maybe I’m just focusing my energies more into breaking through the 5k barrier with my running, and getting shot of all these cheese butties that have clung to my thighs in recent years.
I’m also a contrary little madam. I’ve been lucky that quite a few people have started to read this blog over the last year or two, but with readers comes a sense of obligation, and I sometimes have to remind myself that the whole point in writing a blog instead of reviewing formally is that I can do what I like.
So, with that in mind, here is a picture showing the print on a nice dress I bought recently, and the boots that my mother FINALLY bequeathed to me after about 15 years of coveting. These things have been known to fill me with almost as much joy as a good lighting design.
