I don't think I've ever gone so long without blogging here. Poor Quelle Erqsome, how I neglect you.
Regardless, hallo! I'm back! Not with a vengeance, not yet at least. I have a list as long as my route up to the British Library and back of important and exciting information to convey. For now, I break my silence with the following.
After receiving a raving with glee email from my friend Rachael about the forthcoming Punchdrunk rendition of Duchess of Malfi, involving a roving performance in an abandoned warehouse, I immediately leapt onto the Punchdrunk homepage for further investigation...
Whereupon it's otherwise delicate
hush of softing lapping waves suddenly burst boomingly from my computer, which
is currently stationed with me in the British Library, bastion and
last remaining outpost of silence and quiet study!! I could literally
heat Sweden at Yule, such is the heat of my blush.
This is adding to my progressively pissed off
state of the day, due to the stupidity of in-house editors and my own idiotic
assumptions that making things clearer would be good for everyone
involved. And the people I'm organising a conference with keep coming
back to me with revisions for the poster. Post-graduate SHOULD HAVE THE
HYPHEN! Jesus. Asshats, all of them.
PS, Happy birthday, Kate!! Yay! I hope it's awesome. See you later for mojitos and mucho grande festivities!
