||[Jun. 16th, 2008|09:45 am]
Listen in, listen Ian!
Ah, that was quite a good weekend.|
I didn't go and see Daniel Kitson in the bookshop on Saturday, because I checked the website for the open air theatre on Friday night, and there were a very few returns available for the show last night, so I grabbed one of those instead. It was excellent of course, as it always is, even the helicopter constantly circling overhead to keep an eye on George Bush failing to detract from the magical combination of act and setting.
His main theme was the difficulty, yet importance of realising that however sh!tty the world can seem to be at times, the main thing we can do to try and help it along is just to try and do the right thing ourselves, which is why we have the little social niceties like the mutual apologies when two people bump into each other in the street - they aren't really apologising for anything, but the acknowledgment of the other helps the world keep turning. It briefly stopped turning for me on Saturday evening, as I was walking back to the tube station from the pub. Ahead of me on the pavement was an old man, not very steady on his feet and clearly having trouble sticking to a true line. Oh well, we can't all be in the prime of youth, so I tried to plot a wide course around him, but unfortunately I failed and as I was going past he veered into my path. There was the slightest of collisions, which I could have done nothing to avoid, but I obviously said "Sorry." as I went past him. "Oh. Are you?" he said. Well actually, no, I wasn't - I'd done all I could to avoid the collision, he was walking in random, unpredictable patterns and he clearly wasn't injured, so I felt able to continue to live my life without a great deal of sackcloth and self-flagellation. BUt what would it have achieved to say that? Nothing, obviously. So what did it achieve him to act like that?
There was an annoying man on the train last night too. He got on the train at Finsbury Park, and as the doors started to close he stood holding them open, so that he could finish his conversation with his friend, and eventually throw a few threats at the station staff when they asked him to stop. Jesus dude, it doesn't work like that. The train goes when it's ready, not when you are. Everybody else seems to cope with that, why can't you?
Other good stuff I did this weekend included the pair of tube walks on Saturday afternoon which took in ExCel and it's dim sum restaurant - not worth making a trip all the way out there for, but nice to know that it's there if going to an event there1 - along with Newham City Farm and Deptford Creek. Then in the evening I went to the Prince of Wales in Clapham Old Town, which has excellent junk covering every square inch of wall and ceiling space.
Today started on a low note, when I realised on the tube that I've forgotten my mobile again, but things started looking up when I got to work as I remembered that I'm being taken out for lunch today by the client. Excellent.