And So It Continues...

...the neverending stream of doing things that somehow manage to take up my university day.

Yesterdays GASP rehearsal was quite fun, being the first time I saw most of the BUSMS committee since I walked away (unlike my resignation from BLADES, which was driven by the system and not the people, my resignation from BUSMS was very much down to the fact that the people are a bunch of assholes). They all did a wonderful piece of improvisation based on the tenet that I didn't exist, involving staring through me, past me, lowering eyes and making sure contact didn't happen. All things considered, it was quite fun to be a cause of embarrassment to such a collection of tosspots.

Later on things picked up nicely as Emma and I spent an evening cooking and watching DVDs. I'd offered to cook her dinner, but made the fatal mistake of trying to do so in her kitchen, meaning I wasn't aware of the location of things and had to keep asking - ergo, she ended up doing a lot of it. I had planned on this being her evening, but she seemed to enjoy the working together just as much, and far be it from me to complain if it let me spend more time with her. Cooking together was great, eating together was great, and snuggling under a blanket while watching Galaxy Quest was equally as great. Good evening all round.

The Charley's Aunt auditions are on Thursday for me, just before karaoke, and looking over the audition pieces I am immediately struck by two of the characters on offer. Unfortunately, one is a romantic lead, so forget about that, and the other is in his late fifties and I don't age well. Marvellous.
I can't say I'll be overly dissappointed if I don't get something - it'll mean more time on the PhD and that can't be a bad thing - but this will be my final piece of stagework at the UoB, and it would be nice to finish with something big. Charley would be great, but I seriously doubt that's going to happen.

And to finish off, a rant...

I found this on BBCi this morning. A fifty-eight year-old woman was asked to put down her hood in Tescos because of the franchise's ban on hoodies in store. My beef is not with the fact that she was asked to put it down - it's fair enough, the hoodie is used as a means to avoid camera detection - but that when she complained that she was fifty-eight and didn't look like a yob, Tescos apologised and said they wouldn't be so zealous in the future.

So, it's not a ban on hoodies in Tesco - it's a ban on people under thirty in hoodies in Tesco.

I think the yob culture in Britain is a problem. I think putting down hoods of hoodies while indoors is perfectly reasonable. There is no above-board reason to wear a hood indoors - it's neither windy nor raining and in antiquity (and popular fantasy) a man who wore his hood up in a tavern was always hiding something. However, if you're going to enforce it, enforce it on everyone. Let the supposedly more mature and sensible people show how easy a rule it is to follow and set a good example to people. Don't relent and apologise when some uppity bint says that she should be exempt because she doesn't look like a thug.

A postal worker doesn't look like a murderer until they pull their sawn-off out of their bag.