May 7, 2011

Carcinogenic Yoga Mats

Oh, you know. This and that. Mostly that.

But in amongst it, wound up at the Albert Hall with the lovely Alastair, to see Tim Minchin and the Heritage Orchestra, which was loads of fun. He didn't do Storm -- Tim, I mean, not Alastair, though as it happens Alastair didn't either -- but I feel like posting it anyway:

That was before the weekend's cycle trip to the Isle of Wight, for the first time in about two years. I was meant to go last summer but found myself on the other side of the world instead. (It would have been Peter's 71st birthday yesterday.) Anyway, this was a nice outing and served as a satisfactory refuge from the saturation nuptials of those dreary horsefaced parasites from the shallow end of the gene pool.

On Wednesday I finally got around to seeing the Ukelele Orchestra live after all these years, which was also fun. Very very silly, slightly end-of-the-pier fun. Plenty of familiar favourites, a few less so. Their rendition of Saint-Saëns' Danse Macabre was probably the highlight for me.

Thursday brought C de la B, in the form of Rosalba Torres Guerrero's Pénombre, which was very much not fun in any way, shape or form. Seriously one of the worst performance pieces I've seen in years, utterly shapeless, uninteresting and tiresome, somewhat reminiscent of a frightful student piece that Kym had the misfortune to perform in a few years back. If there were a little more sneaking room between the cramped rows of the Lilian Baylis we'd have fled long before the end. Rubbish rubbish rubbish.

And then the Great British Public chose to round out the week with a jolly old face-spiting nosectomy. (How do they smell? Terrible!)

At least Doctor Who's back. And with something of a bang those first two eps. Tonight's piratical pantomime not so much, but next up is the long-awaited Neil Gaiman story. Yay!

Posted by matt at May 7, 2011 10:30 PM