Car

I have just realised that my spate of non-blogging over the summer means I have not mentioned the new car. I have a new car, which is VERY exciting! Tis an old peugeot, and most impressive, if a little French (see below!). Image is not of mine, but gives you the general gist. I would not park mine in a field, unless that field was full of cows and mud... as well you know.

French Cars, and Holocaust Films

On Friday, I ventured out to the cinema for some large-screen entertainment. "The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas" was not, for some reason, showing on either of the central Cambridge cinemas, so being the spoilt towneys that we are, we could go to a third cinema, a little further away. In previous years we would have spent 45 mins hiking there on foot, but this year, I have my little (well, actually quite big) peugeot, so off we drove.

Unfortunately, the car, having an annoyingly French mind of its own, decided that "zeze multi-story-carparkes are not for me moisieur! You wish for me to sit around wiz zese other Engleesh and German cars!? PAH!", and refused to MOVE. Fortunately, with a little coercion, and lots of revving, I managed to squeeze it into a space, much to the chagrin of the people behind me who must have been quite irritated at the retarded boy in the old car stalling it about 50 times (I repeat, car's fault!).

The film was amazing. It was touching, moving, and had an amazing spin towards the end, that I didn't suspect until it was all too late, and then the whole audience was pulled down with it. It was a holocaust film on a much more personal level than most, and managed to be harrowing without being exploitative. As it finished, I didn't know what emotions to feel, I just stared at the credits for a minute, my mind spinning. In short, go and see this film. Even if you just see it once.

Tom

A small plug...

Horse Vetting

I have spent the last 2 weeks working with an Equine Vet, and, surprisingly, thoroughly enjoyed myself. They have no concept of normal working hours, so I was usually doing 11-12 hour days (with a 1 hour commute each way), but it was well worth it. I've learnt a huge amount, become more confident with horses, done nerve blocks, half a castration and a whole castration (horse and cat respectively) and learnt loads. It'll definitely stand me in good stead for next year which is jam packed!

The only problem is that I'm now full of a cold :(

The Fringe

I hope this blog doesn't die! It's been going for so long, but I've been really lazy at updating it.

The Fringe was amazing. I was only there for about 4 days, and by the time I left it felt like my life - you get totally engrossed in getting up - handing out flyers - moving bathtub - show - lunch - flyers - see another show or 2 - hand out some flyers - eat - flyers - see a show - sleep. Just crazy busy, and knackering - how the cast, directors and Jo coped with a whole week I'll never know.

The show went fantastically, though it was ruthlessly snubbed by The Scotsman, the festival magazine "Three Weeks" seemed to appreciate what Alex and Vicky had tried to achieve - it wasn't months of hard work for nothing. The owner of the theatre thought it was fantastic too, which was a real bonus.

You can see some fringe photos on the Theatre Company webpage, www.brokenglassplay.co.uk