Thursday, May 29, 2008

Rebecca

Well hello!

Long time no blog. Sorry about that. Have gone through just a few life changes. Actually, I'm still going through some of them. But I appear to have almost completed my resolutions for 2008 which is quite impressive. I don't think its ever been done before. By me, I mean.

To elucidate:


First

I've changed jobs. No longer am I working at the Toxic Workplace of Doom (TWOD). Hurrah! My resignation was just the first of quite a few... the place has changed so much from the place I loved to go to each day - I think all of us who've now left felt that. Shame. But it was time.

Anyway, now I am travelling around Sydney performing poetry for angst-ridden teenagers. It's awesome. Except when we had to perform for the Year 8 boys at a certain college in Prestons. That school sucked. Even the teachers couldn't control the brats. But the majority of the kids are brilliant. And funny. And I'm performing. Which is what I'm trained to do and love to do.

It has also renewed my long-forgotten love of poetry and introduced me to some wonderful new (to me) poets.

And it pays decently.

And my working day finishes by 3pm at the very latest.

Awesome.

Second
I have a part-time gig (nights and weekends) which is so easy and so far removed from TWOD that its almost laughable. Handing out tickets and little goodie bags to people. For less hours and more money than I was earning at TWOD.

Insane. Brilliant, but insane.

Third
I'm moving out of Casa Erko next week. Well, on 11th June. Flatmate A has driven me too crazy for too long and Flatmate B is heading off to PNG, Europe and Ghana so won't be around for a few months. Oh and the landlord is selling. And being a tosser. So we've given notice.

All my stuff is being stored in the massive shed at the back of Bestie P's house (apart from the bits of furniture she wants to use) and I will be spending June housesitting for her whilst they're in the USA visiting her family. Then in July I will be housesitting for a friend who is heading over to Ireland to see her family.

And in August...

Four
I'M GOING BACK TO THE UK! Hurrah. Just for 6 weeks. Unless I can find some miracle way to get myself a visa and stay there.

First up is Edinburgh, the Festival and Fringe. Staying with ex-flatmate Kate who lives there. And hanging with Locket who is making the trek up to the 'burgh from London.

And of course I will be spending a rather large amount of time in my old hood - Lahhhn-din. I've missed that place. I hope its as fun as I remember.

I'm also going to Antwerp, to see Bestie Ems and her bump (hurrah!); to Paris, to see mon amie Sophie; to Dublin, to see crazy Tink; and to Sweden, to see the beautiful Bengtssons. And for some strange reason I'm really wanting to go to Guernsey. No idea why, its just one of those places I've always fancied going.

And of course, I will be seeing the wonderful David Tennant playing Hamlet at the RSC in Stratford. So excited about that. And Patrick Stewart will be playing Claudius! Bonus.

Five
My boys are on a 9 game winning streak. We're top of the ladder. We may come crashing down in a heap soon, but I don't care. They've been brilliant this season. Predator, Buddy, the Cap'n - all of them BRILLIANT. I can forsee a trip to the Grand Final. Purely because I won't be in the country to witness it. Typical. But don't let that stop you lads... a win is more important than me being there to witness it.



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Right. Time to go and watch another episode of Doctor Who which one of my fellow poetry performers has been faithfully downloading for me as soon as they're released in the UK. Love that lovely Doctor.

I'm going to leave you with a poem which is my current favourite. It's by Hilaire Belloc and it quite childish but I love it. Probably because I was quite the door-slammer in my childhood. My mother still points out the cracks in the walls every time I visit.

More blogging soon. Promise.

xox


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Rebecca (Who Slammed Doors For Fun And Perished Miserably)

A trick that everyone abhors
In little girls is slamming doors.
A wealthy banker's little daughter
Who lived in Palace Green, Bayswater
(By name Rebecca Offendort),
Was given to this furious sport.

She would deliberately go
And slam the door like billy-o!
To make her uncle Jacob start.
She was not really bad at heart,
But only rather rude and wild;
She was an aggravating child...

It happened that a marble bust
Of Abraham was standing just
Above the door this little lamb
Had carefully prepared to slam,
And down it came! It knocked her flat!
It laid her out! She looked like that.

Her funeral sermon (which was long
And followed by a sacred song)
Mentioned her virtues, it is true,
But dwelt upon her vices too,
And showed the dreadful end of one
Who goes and slams the door for fun.

The children who were brought to hear
The awful tale from far and near
Were much impressed, and inly swore
They never more would slam the door,
-- As often they had done before.