The weekend was spent moving house… it’s going to be two weeks before we have a home internet connection, the dog has already worked out how to invade next door’s garden, and the bathroom has a precarious knackered locking mechanism, which threatens to potentially trap each person who uses it in a hilarious and terrifying way.
I like it there. It would be nice to not have to move again in another 6 months.
Â Â Â Â At Southampton Guildhall…
Got to love the Boosh. It’s difficult to truly capture what the show was like, and it’s one of the few times when I really haven’t known what to expect from a live performance (but got The Go! Team to do in March, and that’s a similar deal…).
Last night I dreamt that I bumped into Patrick Stewart at some celebrity get-together… an awards ceremony, or something.
We didn’t know each other, but had inexplicably been seated side-by-side. As I’d suspected he might be, he was very pleasant, and it was easy to chat with each other.