Panic, Terror, Fear
Last week was dominated by our darling kitten going missing. He disappeared late afternoon on Sunday and we pretty much freaked out. We printed hundreds of flyers, annoyed lots of people at the door and shone torches into gardens and hedges for streets around. Many people were very lovely and kept an eye out for the tyke. I finally found him on Wednesday evening, after someone threatened to call the police on me (too much torch in garden action), I was yelling and heard a rather desperate crying from m’boy. I was incredibly relieved when I saw his fuzzy little self anxiously striding up and down the back fence of someone’s garden. They were nice enough to let me through and grab him – my heroes! He then clawed me most of the way home and promptly tried to leave through the cat flap again. The bastard. He is now confined to barracks and is back to being taken for a walk on his lead… We are now looking into GPS trackers to keep an eye on the mental little fluff cake.
I’m not sure what else happened last week – it’s a bit of a sleep deprived blur really.
Tomorrow is the beginning of this year’s national novel writing month! Last year went pretty well, so I’d be a fool not to blow that success and fuck it up entirely this year. I’ve given it perhaps even less thought than last year, which will probably not stand me in good stead…
Still, I’ve got a title: Open Boxes and I’ve made myself a cover, which will hopefully inspire me somewhat and distract me from my lack of ideas. Well, my idea is this: there are boxes. Yup, that’s it so far. I’ll be posting it every day right here on le blog, once I’ve swiftly (and badly) spell checked it. Yessir, right here you can see unplanned gibberish unravel before your very eyes in serial fashion.
If you’d like to read last year’s story – Watchers – you can find it all right here.
Stuff We Saw
Storks – far, far funnier than I’d expected a film about storks who swapped baby delivery for (effectively) running Amazon.com. Plus, Orphan Tulip is almost identical to my work buddy @penelopebabs. Worth watching for transforming wolves, insensitivity, management ambitions and timely comic delivery.
Dr Strange – very much a film where House MD has eaten all of the magic mushrooms. The Inceptionesque revolving sets and acid kaleidoscope architecture, along with the wonderful costume design and trademark Marvel humour made for a lovely entry into the MCU. Plus it’s Benedict Cumberbatch. As always, stay to end of the credits.
Kinda busy (never mind NaNoWriMo!) – it’s the Nottingham Comedy Festival and we have two shows and many friends with shows. There is a lot to see, the stuff I’m running is right here:
Monday 7th November 2016
Pub Poetry – Open Mic Comic Lit Karaoke
Nottingham Comedy Festival presents: a fun, free and informal night of lighthearted and downright comic spoken word and poetry in pubs with Real Ale: without beer, literature is nothing.
Bring your own poems, short stories, songs – whatever you have, as long as it involves words and might be funny. If you don’t want to read your own, bring someone else’s. Or you can just come and listen, have a drink and a giggle and meet some new folk.
48-52 Canal Street
8.00pm – FREE
Thursday 10th November 2016
Gorilla Burger – Improv Comedy Carnage
Nottingham Comedy Festival and Furthest From The Sea present our regular monthly show where we invite anyone to take part, simply by putting your name in a hat. Scenes, games, fun and weird stuff on stage follows.
Take a chance and have a great time. We encourage drinking throughout.
The Malt Cross
16 St James’s Street
7.30pm – tickets on the door £5/£3