I have reserved the phrase 'Weekend of Joy', so have had to title this joyous weekend differently. Though not a great deal was achieved in terms of work or movement forwards in my life, there were several diversions which served to make this weekend a lot of fun.
On Saturday, we went to see Mrs Barbara Nice at a local arts centre. Though the house wasn't as full as deserved, and though the seats had been allocated sparsely, Barbara did a wonderful job of uniting a crowd in much laughter. This wasn't a traditional comedy club audience either, but they were in hysterics. It was fun to watch and a pleasure to be a part of. She involved the audience with both pass the parcel and also a raffle. It was simply magic.
Over the course of the weekend, I did a bit more writing of a sort of comedy drama thing which I'm working on. If I'm honest, I'm not that impressed with it, though it is coming together as I might have expected it to. I can't see what's good about it yet. Maybe it's shit.
On Sunday we went to London and played some games at the London Trocadero and then went to see Tim Minchin at the Duchess Theatre. He was, as expected, very good. We were sitting close enough for me to see how well his fingers just live on the keys. . . And how mine just don't behave that way.
I could write more, but less is more, so I'll write less. Next time, I'll write more, which, since less is more, will be less. So it will all balance out in the end.