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satyricaI seem to have joined the posting-less-frequently brigade: you may not be surprised to learn this is because I seem to have even less time rather than because I'm doing less.
The second caseworker has started this week so I'm cramming in inducting her on top of all the usual work but in the long term things should ease up a bit: although I'll be back working one evening a week when the shelters open on Monday, this year I should actually be able to take the time off during the day to compensate, so I can use that to try to keep on top of everything . . .
Notable events of the last couple of weeks have been another night out with K, hiring an apartment near London Bridge and not straying too far for once, catching up with a friend at a leaving do for one of K&C's Outreach Workers (I think my first night out in Earls Court in the 4 years I've worked in the area) and making it to the Egham Halloween Party for the first time in a few years. Food Not Bombs has been going strong since the students returned; they've moved the second evening to a Thursday, which means I can be more flexible about when I go, and we had a meeting last night about broadening our activities, which happily devolved into drinks at The Amersham; they're the kinda folk I'd like to turn from colleagues into friends.
Meanwhile culture I have consumed includes: catching The Lagan play at Waxy O'Connell's again (with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ketchgirl) in typically energetic style; watching Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy after a wander to Greenwich with Mags, which may have been all very authentic in its buttoned up stuffiness but I felt suffered from a lack of any real drama; seeing a short play up at The Pleasance Theatre (a beacon amidst the wasteland of the Caledonian Road) as an excuse to see Tom, it was a South American-style Magic Realist fable called The Tragic and Regrettable Life of Teofila Teadora de la Lima, it was an intimate production using puppetry and a folk band to tell the story, all very North London but beautifully affective and entertaining; going to see The King Blues at The Hated Roundhouse with jamese, Cerebral Balzy were in suport, the punk outfit I caught at Reading (although less slurringly chaotic than last time, which was probably their most entertaining feature,) and the headliners themselves delivered their usual dose of sweat-soaked rabble-rousing joy; finally, I went to see Jerusalem in the West End, with is original cast of Mark Rylance, Mackenzie Crook et al., which was hugely entertaining, it felt like it could have had a bit more to it beyond that, in terms of plot and theme, but I loved it nonetheless.
I'm having a weekend at home however, not planning to venture any further than Blackheath for some fireworks; mostly for financial and relaxation reasons, but also to facilitate more viewings as our housemate-hunt is limping on. A is still here (finally going on Monday) so I'm not too stressed about it yet but it will be nice to get it sorted.
The second caseworker has started this week so I'm cramming in inducting her on top of all the usual work but in the long term things should ease up a bit: although I'll be back working one evening a week when the shelters open on Monday, this year I should actually be able to take the time off during the day to compensate, so I can use that to try to keep on top of everything . . .
Notable events of the last couple of weeks have been another night out with K, hiring an apartment near London Bridge and not straying too far for once, catching up with a friend at a leaving do for one of K&C's Outreach Workers (I think my first night out in Earls Court in the 4 years I've worked in the area) and making it to the Egham Halloween Party for the first time in a few years. Food Not Bombs has been going strong since the students returned; they've moved the second evening to a Thursday, which means I can be more flexible about when I go, and we had a meeting last night about broadening our activities, which happily devolved into drinks at The Amersham; they're the kinda folk I'd like to turn from colleagues into friends.
Meanwhile culture I have consumed includes: catching The Lagan play at Waxy O'Connell's again (with
ketchgirl) in typically energetic style; watching Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy after a wander to Greenwich with Mags, which may have been all very authentic in its buttoned up stuffiness but I felt suffered from a lack of any real drama; seeing a short play up at The Pleasance Theatre (a beacon amidst the wasteland of the Caledonian Road) as an excuse to see Tom, it was a South American-style Magic Realist fable called The Tragic and Regrettable Life of Teofila Teadora de la Lima, it was an intimate production using puppetry and a folk band to tell the story, all very North London but beautifully affective and entertaining; going to see The King Blues at The Hated Roundhouse with jamese, Cerebral Balzy were in suport, the punk outfit I caught at Reading (although less slurringly chaotic than last time, which was probably their most entertaining feature,) and the headliners themselves delivered their usual dose of sweat-soaked rabble-rousing joy; finally, I went to see Jerusalem in the West End, with is original cast of Mark Rylance, Mackenzie Crook et al., which was hugely entertaining, it felt like it could have had a bit more to it beyond that, in terms of plot and theme, but I loved it nonetheless.I'm having a weekend at home however, not planning to venture any further than Blackheath for some fireworks; mostly for financial and relaxation reasons, but also to facilitate more viewings as our housemate-hunt is limping on. A is still here (finally going on Monday) so I'm not too stressed about it yet but it will be nice to get it sorted.
