Wednesday, October 29, 2008
In the last week, this policy has meant that I was out five nights in a row.
Thursday night – launch party of a vodka bottle (free)
Friday night – pub for friend’s birthday
Saturday night – cinema and meal
Sunday night – work awards ceremony (free)
Monday night – benefit concert
This might be fine if you are twenty-something, but I’m not and even if my mind won’t accept it, my body is there to remind me.
Yesterday, I was exhausted and craving a night in. Then I was offered a ticket to the James Bond Premiere tonight. I deliberated all day. The devil on one shoulder shouting “It is free. It is glamorous. You wouldn’t want to miss out” whilst the angel on the other said “look the last one was rubbish, there is nothing glamorous about sitting in a cold cinema in posh dress waiting around for hours for the queen and you don’t like Bond films anyway”.
In the end I didn’t accept the offer, which is progress for me. As evening approaches I’m glad I’m going to be spending it with the OH, my sofa and television, but a little bit of me still thinks “what if it is really great?”
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Aware that I have been silent again for most of the month, a quick round-up.
Volunteered at an independent film festival again which consisted of;
- Lots of crowd control (aging session musicians are the worst)
- Seeing 3 features, 12 shorts and 5 documentaries
Drinking free cocktails made from Tuaca (tastes nice but lethal)
- Being in the same room as celebrities of various degrees including; Faye Dunaway, Mark Benton, Richard Hawley and Corey Fieldman
- Meeting Adam Yauch from the Beastie Boys
Joined another library because the 200,000 book in my Borough aren't enough
Contemplated becoming a documentary film maker
Learnt how to prepare for and deal with a terrorist attack
Continued to dodge the Lucky Heather Sellers
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Whilst you might be moved to give money to the Big Issue sellers or the fundraisers (encouraging those living statues is inexcusable), I’ve yet to see anyone parting with their money to a Lucky Heather Seller. When I’ve been feeling particularly glum, I have contemplated it, wondering if that is what is wrong with my life, but I’ve never actually succumbed. Ever the rationalist, I realise that if I want to change my life, I have to do something more about it than purchase a dried up weed from a buxom woman who accosts me in the street. Luck does play a part in most successes, but I doubt this product comes with a guarantee.
So I’ve ruled out buying it. But what about selling it? Is this a profitable business? The outlay is presumably pretty small (you could pick plants growing in the wild for free), but it is labour intensive, hanging around the street all day haranguing passers-by. My haranguing skills aren’t up to much anyway. Another career change ruled out.