Sorry about that.
So let me try, as quickly as possible, to catch you up on all the things.
For starters, of course, I have been taking many classes, from many really cool cats: Niamh Dowling (Movement, Alexander Technique), Bea Pemberton (Neutral Mask, Mime, Physical Games), Rebecca Pollack & Luis Campos (Theatrical Research & Writing), Irina Brown (Narrative Structures & Script Analysis), Gabriel Gawin (I dunno, cool ensemble theatre movement shit. Probably my fave, if I'm honest).
I spent a weekend in Bristol, with my classmate Charlotte, in order to see a Kneehigh show, and you know, be a tourist in Bristol, cause it's cool.
|I stayed with my classmate Lowenna's mum, awesome lady. |
Here we have Minxy, her awesome-but-dubious-of-visitors cat.
|Had dinner next to an actual Banksy. No biggie.|
|Hello, Bristol Cathedral...|
|As always, Cathedrals contain some interesting things. |
May I direct your attention to the inscription here?
Okay, I'll give you a closer look:
|Yeesh. I'm exhausted just reading about it.|
|Yeah, and this is just a hinge on the fracking DOOR. Overacheivers.|
|St. Nicholas Market!|
|Awesome Market food. Awesome owl glare included at no charge.|
|Successful haggling for new bear hat = Sweet!|
|Obligatory Bristol Parrot Pic. Hi Mom.|
|Cagigal, this one's for you, obvi. Out front of random candy store. WTF?|
And all that was just Bristol.
I've also seen buckets of Brit theatre, including Sheridan's The Rivals at The Arcola (I was two feet from Gemma Jones. I die.), The Dog, The Night, and The Knife at the Arcola (Snoozefest. Oh well.), Kneehigh's Dead Dog in a Suitcase at the Bristol Old Vic (Post apocalyptic electric violin puppet finale! Yes!), Belvoir's touring production of Wild Duck at the Barbican (Badass. Wow.), My Beautiful Black Dog and Am I Dead Yet in Bush Theatre's RADAR Fest (Am I Dead Yet was incredible), Our Town at the Almeida (with the ever-glorious Paul Cello, who also basically coerced me into seeing the last two hours of Interstellar at Screen on the Green. So swanky. Very fun.), Hunter and Johnny at Camden People's Theatre, Class Act by Harry Giles at Ovalhouse, Are You Lonesome Tonight? at Ovalhouse, and Engineer Theatre Collective's RUN at New Diorama Theatre.
So yeah, I've seen some shows. Many of them were really awfully good, too.
I've also attended (so far) four full-day theatre conferences.
|That's James Wheale on the left, explaining a dining-meets-installation-art-meets video-game experience in which you eat rare chocolates to gain magical powers. |
Yes, James, I am listening...
|Swankiest conference schwag thus far. It comes with fruit!|
I've also (selflessly) explored several amazing weekly London Markets, but Broadway Market is one of the best I've seen so far, food-wise. I humbly submit for your consideration:
|Scotch-Egg-apalooza. Nuff said.|
|Toffee Apple Kouign Amann. Chocolate croissant loaves. Shut UP.|
|Wait, what? Duck confit burger with blue cheese, truffle honey, homemade chutney and arugula on a brioche bun? |
Holy mother of Claude.
|What? I had to.|
|Rockin' flowers at the Columbia Road Market, but the accents rock even harder.|
Yet another side benefit of doing all the things? Seeing still more great street art.
What else has happened that you should know? Well…
After weeks of pounding the pavement and the online housing ads, I finally found a place to live in Bethnal Green that I liked. Then I lived there for a month, and discovered I liked it less than I thought, so did some more searching and just moved to Lower Clapton. So, since the last time I posted on the blog I have moved twice. Pics and info on new place will come later. But so far its a keeper :-)
A few more tidbits for ya:
|Guys. GUYS. This place is DANGEROUS. Believe me.|
|English cold is no joke. I mostly sleep in an actual fleece onesie these days.|
|Sunday Roast, y'all. That's a proper yorkshire pudding on my beef there.|
|I also highly approve of how seriously many London cafes take their baked goods.|
- Happy Thanksgiving!