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I have work I should be doing; this of course explains why I'm reading through Livejournal posts instead. But it's been good for me - 2008 was in many ways a year of stasis - I don't feel that I achieved a lot. 2009 has been much better, in oh so many ways.

So, in no particular order, here are the high-points of my year, presented as a playlist.

1. Cabaret - Natasha Richardson
2. Gabriel - Lamb
3. Allelujah - Fairground Attraction
4. Glass - Bat for Lashes
5. Jet Lag - Frank Turner
6. Ampersand - Amanda Palmer
7. Music for a Found Harmonium - Penguin Cafe Orchestra
8. Mr. Brightside - The Killers
9. The Water is Wide - Cowboy Junkies
10. White Wine in the Sun - Tim Minchin
11. Home for a Rest - Spirit of the West
12. Knights of Cydonia - Muse
13. Tubular Bass - Cellardore
14. Adagio for Strings - William Orbit (Ferry Corstin remix)
15. Gorecki - Lamb
16. To Take You Home - Frank Turner

And you can listen to most of that at Spotify if you'd like :-)

http://open.spotify.com/user/wildpark/playlist/735rm6j8YcXKrbExkG7Zuq
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And ever so slightly drunk at the moment.

But I have cause.

I just climbed my first lead climb ever tonight.

I expect this to make sense to a couple of people who read this. I hope the rest of you aren't getting bored with me banging on about this new-found obsession of mine.

I'm not sure I'm going to be able to sleep much tonight. I'm still buzzing.
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But first A picture that I thought would amuse many of my readers. Work safe. )

Weekends? One of the best, I think. It started on Tuesday, weirdly enough, when Oli from Planet Angel rang to ask me if I wanted to be a Caretaker for the next PA. Caretaking is a great idea - there's a small number of people nominated to look out for everyone, help people who are shy to talk to other people, encourage people to dance, or play, or whatever it takes to enjoy themselves. A year ago, I couldn't have done this. This friday, I did. It doesn't count as working for the club, but it isn't quite just partying either. It meant that instead of dancing all night, I actually spent most of the night talking to people I didn't know, which was one of the things I loved about PA the first few times I went. I didn't know anyone then, so the only people I could talk to were strangers. Now, I know lots of people there and I can spend the whole night talking to friends, but I hadn't realised quite how much I missed the fun of talking to people I don't know, getting to know them a little. A great evening made even more fun by the presence of Liana and [livejournal.com profile] esrunkatsu, who turned up from B:Movie with Miggit, Ruth and another girl (whose name I have shamefully forgotten). The look of joy on Miggits face when he saw the juggling / poi area outside bathed in UV light was great to see. I don't think he left there all night until it was time to go.

The journey home from a club is usually time for quiet reflection and coming down for me, because I'm usually doing it on my own. So why is it when I have the lovely company of two delightful young ladies do I choose to a) fall asleep and b) almost get on the wrong train? ([livejournal.com profile] westernind was my saviour - "green seats are bad" is a litany to live by ...). Still, we made it home, via Tescos and the fruit and veg stall to acquire croissants, orange juice, cherries and bananas - a breakfast fit for kings.

The rest of Saturday passed most pleasantly, snoozing, chatting, drinking OJ in the shade of the summer house and generally having a great time. Everyone left for parts foreign (Brighton, Birmingham, Cheltenham and Reading, IIRC) and eventually I made it round to Leyton to chill out with a couple of PA friends and have a sort of barbeque. More froth, some wine, and good company.

Sunday was similar - Liana returned from Brighton and we went south of the river into deepest darkest Tooting to see [livejournal.com profile] caffine_fairy and [livejournal.com profile] chomper99 for another barbeque. Was far too hot for cooked food, so we turned up with all sorts of spreads that I can't spell easily, bread and cheese. No one seemed to mind and many fun conversations were had in the shade, and much wine was drunk. [livejournal.com profile] westernind and [livejournal.com profile] forbinproject were kind enough to give us a lift home before it got too late, and a quiet evening in rounded off an excellent weekend.
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It's strange, but I'm not sure I have much to say about the weekend. I've fallen into the habit, like most people, of a sunday night / monday morning detailing the incidents of the weekend. I don't know how much these reviews mean. Certainly, I find it interesting to see what people were up to - I have oft stated that one of the benefits of LJ for me is catching up on the minutae of life - those little moments of gossip that fill out a friendship. On the other hand, I'm fully aware that my life is falling into a pattern at the moment - the recitation of the weekends happenings possibly repeating.

Of Cabbages and Kings )

And that's it. To an extent, lather, rinse, repeat. In other news, I'm going to Whitby, into what has been dubbed the Big Brother cottage by [livejournal.com profile] kneeshooter - I'm not sure which of us is likely to get voted out first. I have several changes of costume in mind. I'm not sure I should be referring to it as costume, but it is, really. Masks painted onto actors faces to present a visage to the world. Black, silver and red will be my colours in April.

100words continue to get written each day - the discipline of writing early in the morning is good for me. I'm not sure how autobiographical my words are - like [livejournal.com profile] seuleange I think that some of the paragraphs I have written are semi-fantastical, but I'm not sure who the character is who is speaking through me.

And finally; Saturday night someone asked me to tell them a bedside story, so I told the Knight Shaper of Dreams. I need to revisit that story sometime and see if the child still plays flute in the tower of bone.

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