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.. is always a little how the end of the Fringe feels. And this year's it's redoubled: it's been 4 weeks in which, I think, incredibly, I've been out, away or entertaining visitors for every night but two: vistors, Worldcon, visitors, Fringe, Serenity and Joss, visitors, Fringe. La vie en rose, the circus finally packing up and leaving town. Literally in the Bongo Club where we went to see Robert Newman tonight, and after they were stacking up the chairs. Ed began picking up abandoned plastic beer glasses. "It's what I do in the Forest cafe," he said helplessly. Time for everyone to pack up and go home. Newman , proponent of non hierarchical anarcho syndicalist eco-prot groups, would have wholly approved, as long as they didn't leave by car, I suppose. Me, I'd have approved more if he told more jokes to go with his historical reminiscences on Bush-Blairite imperialism in the Middle East - in a few years he should naturally evolve into a ukelele playing history lecturer, one feels, but will his wallet allow it? Stand up after all surely pays better than academe (tho Phil Kay's wardrobe may have spoken otherwise).
( fringe madness )
And I've written all this 'cos the still not fixed (when exactly huh? when!) wacked out hot tap is homeopathically filling my bath: I'm sure the water level creeps asymptotically towards fillness, never quite getting there. Of the holy trinity of cat-food, loo roll and milk, I now have all 3, but I've just run out of cat litter. My video timer has given up the ghost entirely, my Outlook Express won't delete mail anymore, neither will the digital camera (delete, that is), my gas bill hasn't been paid for several lifetimes, and John Lewis only sells one video recorder in these our days of the new millennium and I don't think it had Video Plus. Entropy Rules OK. The world is too much with us: late and soon, getting and spending on Fringe tickets, we lay waste our powers..
Next: running a Privacy Workshop for fun and profit..
( fringe madness )
And I've written all this 'cos the still not fixed (when exactly huh? when!) wacked out hot tap is homeopathically filling my bath: I'm sure the water level creeps asymptotically towards fillness, never quite getting there. Of the holy trinity of cat-food, loo roll and milk, I now have all 3, but I've just run out of cat litter. My video timer has given up the ghost entirely, my Outlook Express won't delete mail anymore, neither will the digital camera (delete, that is), my gas bill hasn't been paid for several lifetimes, and John Lewis only sells one video recorder in these our days of the new millennium and I don't think it had Video Plus. Entropy Rules OK. The world is too much with us: late and soon, getting and spending on Fringe tickets, we lay waste our powers..
Next: running a Privacy Workshop for fun and profit..
