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Sometimes I'm in the middle of a reasoned debate, and I have to ask myself if the next thing I am going to say is going to tip it into non-reasoned debate, and then I have to pull out, so to speak. And it's not because what I have to say next is particularly inflammatory, just that I don't trust the other people in the conversation not to take it personally.
Have been thinking about this quite a lot recently, because self-censorship wasn't something I was into ten years ago, and now it plays a huge role in my personal interactions. A lot of the time it's with people who are very buff about their own lack of limitations when it comes to 'telling the truth' - I find that more often than not, those people are the ones I am least likely to be straight with at line-end, because those people are the ones who overreact.
Normally it's not something I'm worried about, because normally I'm not talking about anything too important, but every now and then I get frustrated at feeling the need to cut a conversation short because of the fallout.
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New Fringe! How exciting!
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The first of the polls for naming the ducks is up at duck_cheer. Please play/pimp/etc. even if you're not too invested. It doesn't obligate you to further participation, and I'm sure there will be something there to amuse you. The last name that was submitted to the list was 'Fauxlivia', and I laughed pretty hard.
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Had a really great time in London at the top of the week. Made a stupid, rookie mistake with the tubes on my way to the theatre but it all worked out. I really, really like the Comedy Theatre. It's this tiny place just off Piccadilly Circus, where I saw The Misanthrope last year. The stage is small, as is the seating area, and it's very intimate. I was in the middle of the fourth row, with an excellent view. Elisabeth Moss was striking as Martha Dobie, sliding comfortably between someone who is a little matronly, to someone whose world is shaking apart. Keira Knightley, too, was lovely as Karen Wright, especially in the second half when he character takes more of the fore. Ellen Burstyn was typically excellent, whilst Tobias Menzies - the only male character - got into his stride later on in the play.
The star, undoubtedly, was Bryony Hannah, who played the girl who throws Martha and Karen's lives into disarray. She was unbelievably good. It's a manipulative role, and she really sold it. I was so, so impressed.
When I left the theatre, I couldn't talk about the show. I went to get something to eat and then took the tube back to my hotel. It was really, really good. Whoever did the lighting for the production was amazing, because it really held the atmosphere.
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Tuesday I made a visit to my gran, and then scuttled back to the city to wander around. After a quick stop at the Apple store in Covent Gardens (needed a usb main adaptor so I can charge my iPod at night) I took the tube to Oxford Circus, then walked down to Piccadilly, doing a bit of window shopping. Made a beeline for Leicester Square, then accidentally stumbled on Trafalgar, which is pretty much what always happened. Decided I had more than enough time to wander through The National Gallery, which I where I made this discovery. The picture is no good; you have to see it to get the best of it.
Afterwards I took the tube back to King's Cross and made my way home to find my Merlin DVDs had arrived. Things I am doing this afternoon: burning through the commentaries, oh yes.
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Am trying to sort out a group booking for the theatre in July (girl cousins have decided we want to do another trip) and it's proving really bloody difficult. Some of it is availability, some of it is pricing. Some of it is lack of choice, believe it or not. On the other hand, still have months to book it. Managed it last year; damn well going to manage it this year.
This is the most British icon I have.
Date: 2011-01-29 12:46 pm (UTC)Re: This is the most British icon I have.
Date: 2011-01-29 12:51 pm (UTC)LADY. IT IS ON.