I've had a relatively quiet week, taking it easy after Edinburgh. I had one writing workshop to do and I also went to an actual football match in an actual football stadium. During the workshop I had one of those 'little victories' that I believe life is built upon. I had to get the people attending the workshop to describe an activity they do as if it were a recipe, which isn't something you do everyday. After they did this, I asked them, "How did they find that"? As the words were leaving my mouth, I did start thinking, is this a good question to ask, as it does leave me open to negative feedback. It's one of the reasons I don't ask the question "Do you love me"? The other reason I don't ask that question, is that I'M NOT A WOMAN.
Anyway back to the workshop, after a brief pause, one of the attendees said, "It was difficult, but due to the exercises I'd set, he was able to do it." Then like that scene in Spartacus, others stepped forward and said similar things. This was nice, especialy as the person who booked me was in the room. It made me look like someone who knows what he is doing, which isn't always how I feel. Like most people, I sometimes feel unsure about my abilities or out of my depth. I imagine most people get like this, Jimi Hendrix at some point probably thought, is the guitar for me, Sir Alex Ferguson from time to time probably questions his ability as a football manager, Nick Clegg probably wakes up every morning and thinks he's out of his depth as Deputy Leader. Maybe the latter isn't the best example I could have chosen.
Talking of Edinburgh as I did briefly at the top of the page, I met up with Marvin Cheeseman outside a pub in city centre Manchester last week, to do a cash drop off. To onlookers it probably looked like an unlikely dodgy deal. I mention this meeting because after our successful three dates at the Edinburgh Festival you would think on seeing Marvin and I together people would have been tooting their horns at us, pedestrians would be high fiving us and maybe carrying us on their shoulders through the streets of Manchester. But we got nothing. What do you have to do to get some attention round here, stick a cat in a wheely bin???
Onto other matters, a few weeks ago I mentioned how I had to sit through two soppy movies, 'Before Sunset' and 'Before Sunrise' (see here). Well I inadvertantly got my own back on 'Her With One Permanent Job'. She likes the Coen brothers' movies so I got 'No Country for Old Men' out of the library, (£1 for a week) all I will say is this isn't a first date movie. There must be over 20 deaths in this film, including a couple of dogs. I suppose it could be a good drinking game movie, you could take a swig of alcohol everytime someone dies. By the end of the film you would be p*ssed, so maybe it would be a good first date movie afterall.
And Finally... I never really fancied Elin Woods (Nordegren), that was until last week, when she got her divorce settlement from Tiger. There's something about a woman inheriting £64m that makes them somewhat alluring. I wonder if she drinks and likes violent movies???
Til next week (Mon), Stay Safe!