Being deeply pre-occupied with one's Edinburgh ventures cloaks out the real world. It's one reason I'm glad the Festival takes place in August, when there's very little news anyway. Then every so often something happens to pull one forcibly back to earth, to remind one that, actually, all this preoccupation with reviews and run-times is pretty trivial.
Something in the papers? No. I got a call from the Anthony Nolan Trust. I've been found to be a partial match for someone in need of life-saving surgery, and can I come in for some further tests? So I'm going in next week when Man Across the Way is in London and I'm there too. "How will you fit it in?" asked my mother. Yes, I'm pretty busy - and I've a fun-packed autumn lined up that I'll tell you all about soon. But the opportunity to prevent someone from becoming dead is worth putting a show temporarily on hold, no? Surely a far far better thing I do today, etc?
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Splenetic gushings of imperfect prose, lobbing scented bombs at theatre, literature, Middlesbrough Football Club, the creative process, knee trouble, drinking too much politics and politicians, long-distance running, people on trains, music, war, indolence and anything else that takes my unfancy.
- danbye
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5 comments:
Wow! Are they going to take one of your kidneys or something? My advice is, if they want an organ that you only have one copy of, hang on to it. you never know when it might come in useful.
Ah, I see, it is just bone marrow that they want. Well, in that case, if they do ask for any others organs then yoiu should certainly be sceptical...
you didn't tell me about this! how come I learn that you're giving bone marrow to someone off the INTERNET? there's something wrong with our marriage.
more blog please!
I agree. Stop driving around the country and write something vital and incisive...
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