What a nice weekend that was, and now Thursday is nearly here, another weekend must surely follow.
My four-day weekend started on Friday after work with some comedy in the Westmoreland that actually was surprisingly funny. Popped ’round to Doyle’s afterwards and quickly realised I was at least 5 years too old and left almost straight away.
Saturday I got up and started playing Starcraft. Some time passed and I realised it was 7:30pm, I had better be careful. Time to get ready for Karl’s chucking-in-work party. Took a little while to get going but was ok when it did. Somewhat mysteriously, perhaps through the sheer conglomeration of the intellectual prowess assembled under one roof, certain objects appeared to levitate and remain in that state for some time.
Sunday went to see Jeff Wayne’s War of the Worlds in The Point. That was great. Didn’t realise it was Jeff himself who was conducting until they announced his name at the end. There was a poor-CG back-drop to accompany the music and to tell the story, a larger-than-life projected virtual Richard Burton and, best of all, a gigantic fighting machine/tripod with glowing green eyes and a heat ray that incinerated the crowd on impact.
Monday, over to Karl’s in the evening to watch the final Planet of the Apes movie (probably the poorest one) and then the ever-brilliant Dr. Strangelove.
Tuesday, finished the vodafone part of o2sms 3.0 with Mackers, get it while it’s hot (be our testers). Then, in the evening went to a performance of Beckett’s Waiting for Godot [text] in The Gate. That was amazing, the performances by actors who have been doing this particular production for I don’t know how long, the same folks captured for the great “Beckett on Film” production of Godot in 2001, were outstanding and surely form what must now be the definitive performance/production of this particular work. Did you know there was a production in 1991 with Leslie “Dirty Den” Grantham as Gogo and Brian “Booming” Blessed as Pozzo? My my, that must have been something to see.
This morning I was in work at around 9:30 which, for me recently, is an achievement. I’ve not been in before 10am in what must be 5 or more weeks. I just haven’t been able to get out of bed in the working mornings, I don’t feel like there’s anything to get up for. I feel sapped of drive, motivation and almost all professional fulfilment. When such feelings pervade one’s working-life they are bound to seep into one’s personal sense of self also. Have you ever felt so maltreated by an employer that the prevailing thought is that they are stealing from you?
I saw a production of Godot in the Gate last year, the same cast methink.
I liked it a lot, in spite of the tennis.
Perhaps, and it could maybe be indirectly attributed to, given the existence of and as some might say the tennis.