I’m currently at the very beautiful, if parking-space deficient Westcliff Hotel, for a conference, sadly.
I’m bored, uninspired, a little hacked off and still tired after dreaming much of the night about my one client/boss and not having informed her what time I’d be coming through today (I arrived as she was leaving, which I think is ideal for these types of events- a continuous presence for the congress organisers, who actually don’t give a fuck if I’m here or at home, picking my nose).
The seating is so tightly packed that I can count the revolting, pale hairs on the yellow-cancer-braceleted arm of the nerd sitting next to me, furiously making notes. Usually when I sit in such close proximity to an individual, I snog him on a fairly regular basis, or at the very least, I want to.
To better things… I saw ‘The Girl in the Yellow Dress’ at the Market Theatre, which was quite wonderful. Funny, thought-provoking, disturbing.. An worthwhile play.
Ok, suppose I have to go back inside now… 😦