10 November 2007

The Secretary-General of Amnesty International gave my wife some flowers last night. And no, it wasn't in a dream. Staff at Amnesty gave a one-off perf of The Cherry Orchard, and B was playing cello in the band. She was roped in by her mate Tom, double-bassist extraordinaire. The band were excellent, and used far too sparingly, he said uxoriously.
B's out at Cloud Nine as I write. She was at school with the director so likes to keep an eye on her progress, old girls' network and all that. I caught up with her monster production of The Emperor Jones just before it closed and was blown away. What a great show.

Later... Mrs S has asked me gently to point out that she's not stalking Thea. In fact Cloud Nine which she enjoyed hugely is the first Sharrock she's actually seen, implausibly. But she has been pleased to note TS's rise in the papers.

Meanwhile back at the ranch, I was supposed to be at J's birthday drinks but owing to a clerical error we are lacking a sitter, so I'm on watch, whiling the time by doing this and also reading the most harrowing book, The Road by Cormac McCarthy.

05 November 2007

I never called 999 before. Even with the baby boy imploring me with fierce, frightened eyes to DO SOMETHING, there was still that reluctance, is it really necessary? Are we supposed to call the CamiDoc, the out-of-hours GP service? But actually no, he can't breathe.
Which service? Ambulance.
Genial Irishman showed up, couldn't've been more than three minutes, seemed a fair bit longer naturally. Oh yes, that'll be the croup. He glanced at the beer I'd just opened.
"I've just opened that."
"Looks nice."

Croup's a bastard. Or rather, it's a harmless nuisance of a virus, relative to the terror generated by its onset. The bastard. Buzz? he's absolutely fine now, if a bit snotty.

Radio play got recorded, in other news. The cast laughed and corpsed even, so that was a relief, it seems to work.

A Christmas Carol lost a cast member to a torn ankle. Dashed bad luck for the fella. Erica's drafting in an actor from the Our Friends In The North company, finished the first leg of its run on Saturday night, in Sheffield I think. It's back for a tour in the spring, coming to Guildford so I'll be taking B over there to see it.

Everton have won their last four games - first time that's happened in 17 years, apparently. We seem to be getting quite good at beating the teams we're supposed to beat - Larissa, Derby County, Luton Town, Birmingham City. Though the Brum were unlucky.