Unable to verbalise the anger and frustration I feel, and not sure what to draw to express it that way. I just have this urge to swear at people on MSN Messenger, but have so far only managed to make pleasant small talk and come over as all mysterious and busy.
Made a fine choice of gig to go to last night, got a BBC microphone shoved in my face again, but hopefully didn't say anything usable, unless of course they were doing a documentary on unrecruited love, mood swings and serial killers. The review's here, doesn't give much away, this post on Bowlie does
Slight concern over the rush of hits to this blog last night and someone spending twenty minutes going through all of illtheatre, its not good enough to sustain that much interest.