An Apology
I know these posts are becoming more irregular, the quality goes up and down, and they also reflect my mood (so I've been told).
My day consists of walking Tomos, meeting the other dog walkers, letting the dogs play, then going to the pet shop where Tomos jumps onto the counter with both paws so they can throw him treats. We then buy a dried bit of an animal and go back to his home where he munches that part of the animal.
I come home, and make myself breakfast (smoothie, coffee, porridge with a teaspoon of honey) and then catch-up with the news and YouTube subscriptions.
I might even perform my ablutions...
Buying food, some chores around the house. Then watch reams and reams of YouTube. If I'm doing chores I listen to Times Radio or The Rest is Politics or Page 94 -the Private Eye podcast. If I'm shopping I just have the noise-cancelling on and nothing else as you'd be amazed how loud supermarkets are - the chatter, the air-con units, the trolleys etc.
I no longer have a subscription to The Times but I like the radio show as it features some of my favourite hacks - Matt Chorley, Giles Coren, James Marriott, Rachel Sylvester among others. It can be very funny.
I am actually reading The Guardian. I also watch John Harris who I've seen speak at one of those posh festivals - and he just goes to small towns and talks to people in the street about what their concerns are. He's so personable and unpretentious - he just gets people to unload. He's quite brilliant at it.
So what have you been up to then?
Gosh. Er, I'm not sure. I'll have to look it up on the calendar.
Erm, not much it would appear. 4 game sessions last week, looking at buying a gaming computer but can't justify it, watching YouTube, and 2/3 nights of heavy drinking. Not big or clever. At least I'm not drinking at home anymore.
This week I have been doing lots of gaming - 2 sessions on Wednesday alone - and running my Thursday group. At the beginning of the session I couldn't remember the last location the party were at so I went with one and got it wrong - they'd killed the giants a two to three weeks previously.
That was a bit worrying. Making new memories is, you see.
So it wasn't the greatest start. Everyone seems to love the role-playing bits, so I can get all RADA about it and camp it up.
Making up daft names and basing the characters on other kids' mums from school, amalgams of people I've met and sometimes just putting a few traits on a piece of paper and assuming a [silly] accent.
One example is I'm using Mrs Sxxxxx as a rather scary Tiefling (cambion) Wizard called Avarice. She speaks to the characters in a rather emotionless Thames estuary monotone, constantly berating them for their failings and general incompetence.
I should have done acting but I was so incredibly oversensitive as a child I could not bear to be made fun of, so I daren't expose myself on stage.
So I'm doing it now. It's nice to improvise - I wouldn't be able to memorise a script anyway - especially now.
What I SHOULD be doing
Rediscovery of the Week
Then I found this - from Around the Horne - the super-popular 1960s comedy radio programme. I always loved these camp comedians from this era but especially our Kenny.
An autodidact, but a really troubled, conflicted soul, who was disgusted by his homosexuality, he could be utterly charming and hilarious one minute, then utterly vulgar and cruel the next.
He read lots of stories on Jackanory and he was spell-binding. And also the Carry On films of course.
I love his word play and erudition, his voices and outrageousness. Poor bugger.
We don't have characters like that anymore.
Thought for the day
A therapist is someone you pay to tell you that you're right and everyone else is wrong.
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