Wierdest Advert for Self Storage

On our way into London today we spotted this sign for a self storage company... How did they get all that junk up so high? And what's with the Big Ben? It's a cool sign, but definately worthy of being called wierd!

Restlessness

Today I have the day off to spend with Naomi... So you think my body would let me have a lie in... Oh no... It insists on waking me up in time for work and refusing to let me go back to sleep :-(

Delivering the Black Stuff

Thought this was a really funny slogan :-) Shame it was night time and the photo came out so bad :-(

100k Milestone

At 7 years 4 months my car has passed the 100k milestone. It's not been without incident, but I still love her. Here's to another 100k Ryoko :-)

Mums never really think their sons grow up

No matter how old you are mums always view their children as children. My mum will still be wiping my face with a tissue (why do all mums have one up their sleeves?) When I'm 40.

I found this in my lunch today... I'm still a big kid at heart so it's now sitting on my desk :-)

You're never too old for kinder eggs :-)

Intresting Artwork

Shame I couldn't take a picture, but I was in Queen Elizabeth’s Hospital in London (Ish, it's Blackheath) but they had some fantastic artwork on display. The one that stuck out in my mind was called 60 seconds and consisted of several paintings that contained all the signatures of the people employed by the Hospital, it was a really lovely sight, and goes to show how many people are involved in working at such a facility. And indeed the variety of ethnic backgrounds, given that there were (Amongst the few I can name) Sanskrit, Japanese, Chinese and Arabic writing styles.

Pea Soup

Talk about bad weather today. This morning I could hardly see my car on the drive. Come lunchtime it'd hardly gone at all... But by the time I left work it was far worse... Good job I know the route well. I might as well have been blindfolded.

Musical or Opera

I think I could do with developing a lot culturally, one of those things is going to the theatre more often (Which I love, but very rarely do).

My girlfriend Naomi is well versed in theatre and music (Being both her passions and what she studied at Uni) so I plan to see everything she takes part in, and also go see whatever she like that's on in the theatres round the county.

Something I never knew (Or rather considered) was what the difference is between a Musical and an Opera, now I know what some of you are thinking... it's obvious Opera is sung in foreign language by a fat lady, Musicals are sung by sprightly young adults leaping about on stage like they have springs in their shoes. Well stereotypically yes that's right... about as right as London being full of Black Cabs, Red Telephone boxes and the whistling Bobby on the beat. Here's the distinction:

Opera: Little or no dialogue is not sung, the story is conveyed through recitative, where characters sing to one another to tell the story. Removing all spoken dialogue (the libretto)
would not damage the storyline. There can be large sections of instrumental music.

Musical: Songs, music and dance tie scenes together, but do not form the basis of dialogue (which is usually extrapolated through the libretto), only reinforce it. Removal of the songs would only reduce the impact/emphasis on the storyline and reduce the emotional attachment of the audience to the, often thinly developed, characters.

So by all rights Sweeny Todd is an Opera, however it's touted as a Musical (Although even that's really not mentioned much), but it's a little unfashionable to call it an Opera, as it conjures up the stereotypical view of fat ladies singing Arias. Which is a real shame as I think it is a beautiful format that is very undersold in today's market.

Long Nights

Got myself roped into doing a few late nights to get a few hours off in lieu. So late nights aplenty for me... days like this I miss Red Bull :-(

Not a Monday Morning Person

Not a Monday Morning Person does not even begin to cover it... after a nice long relaxing weekend, my body wants to continue relaxing thru to the following Friday, preferably without interruption.

However on a busy weekend like this one just gone (Where I also suffered with waking up early, and not being able to get back to sleep) I'm not going to get up even if the postman’s delivering a wheelbarrow full of cash to my doorstep.

Suffice to say my eyes sting and I want my bed.

Today is going to be long I fear.