Turns out I'm
not the only verbose librarian out there. Who knew?
So I guess I've been pretty slack. Can't promise it won't happen again. Internet is dial-up (who can believe it? Seriously. Can I really be reduced to this?), and Lappy hasn't fully recovered from the drinking problem he developed earlier in the year, and doesn't always cooperate. Oh, and I have a life now. Hence the not writing home so much...
Highlights of the last two months:
Paris - with Jess. Fantastic. Shopped at Galleries LaFayette (like a really expensive and pretty Myer), looked at the Eiffel Tower (lines to long to actually attempt to climb it), watched a nun blatantly flout the laws of the Musee Dorsay by taking photographs of pieces of artwork. Priceless. And other stuff... the Champs, the eating in the Latin Quarter... you know. The usual.
Jeremy Irons - I'd love to be able to say I did Jeremy Irons, but alas, he's happily married. I've started going to the City of London Choir - I have my audition next week, wish me luck although my sightreading is not up to scratch - and they needed singers for a concert in Dorchester. I had agreed to do it (sucking up due to my crappy sightreading) so that I could say I'd gone to Dorchester (WHERE?), and it wasn't until after I'd signed up that I found out the incomparable Jeremy Irons would be there. HOT. With two Ts. So we did this Vaughn Williams piece that calls for orchestra, choir and speaker, and he was the speaker. Did I mention HOTT? And apart from saying that the elm tree was
drowning the hill, instead of
crowning the hill, he did extremely well. Plus, the Hotness.
Bliss. If I ever learn how to put my photos on the Internet I shall show you his English gentlemanly handsomeness next to my eager Heathrow Injectioned nerdiness for you to imagine the lovely smell of rolling tobacco...
WICKED - Okay, so I've decided I can only stay up long enough to tell you about the top 3 things in my life of late, so this musical has to be the third. It's BRILLIANT. Watch out world, it's the next touring sensation. Think Les Mis, think Phantom, then think both moving AND hilarious AND doesn't make you want to slit your wrists or murder Andrew Lloyd Webber, and you're with me. Learn the songs now so you can be ahead of the cool crowd. Oh, and if you're in London in November, get yourself to the Apollo in Victoria so you can see the original lead Idina Menzel from the Broadway production that won the Tony award for her incredible performance as Elphaba (remember the verbose from the beginning of the post?). Rockin' the wicked witch like it's never been rocked before. Oh, and of course Adam Garcia is hot, and his dance is hilarious.
Okay, so apart from that work is good (I'm a "researcher", hehe) and I'm living with a good friend in an awesome part of London - stand by for Kate Winslett stalking stories - and did I mention
I LOVE LONDON? Offers of eligible young English men to marry me so I can stay in the country always welcome.
Till next time I feel like sharing my celebrity moments,
Librarian OUT.
PS I know, it's eletronic, so post scripts are kind of irrelevant, but I like them, okay? JESS AND ALFIE ARE GETTING MARRIED. Congratulations, guys. Now I have a year to reverse the Heathrow Injection* so I can look incredible on your special day. Cue song:
All my friends are getting ma-a-a-rried...*for those of you who aren't aware of this, there is the descriptive version: You come to Heathrow, they give you an injection that makes you crave hot chips, pasties, chocolate, and anything as long as it's fatty and starchy and delicious. Preferably not salad. For the literal ones among you (yes you, Paul), you come to London, you get fat. Sheesh, do I have to explain everything?
