Come and Gdansk With Me

I kinda went to Gdansk at the weekend for a joke. Don't get me wrong, it was a lovely joke. I ate sausage soup served in a bread roll and listened to Polish versions of Irish sea shanties. So far so lovely.

It went a little bit sour on the way home. Had my first emergency landing. I say it went sour, it went way more sour for the guy having a heart attack in front of 200 other people with no other in flight entertainment. Someone was taking photos on their phone - makes me embarrassed to be human. Poor guy - absolute best case scenario he's stuck in Germany and missed his holiday, whilst some arse blogs about it.

In other news Heart-shaped Bruise by Tanya Byrne is very good, unlike Blogger which has decided that it no longer likes paragraphs.

Is This An Ostrich I See Before Me?

Now I'm fully aware that this little blog thing that I write isn't one of those things that informs the zeitgeist. I don't have to worry that me saying I like something is going to lead to a rush of panic buying and general unavailability.

That being said, I don't really have any other outlets to big up things that I like, so I'm going to have to use this. I saw two things that were really good yesterday.

The first - Inside Out Animals - is pretty well known. Even the most a-cultural amoeba has heard of the Natural History Museum, right? And Inside Out Animals is Gunter Von Hagens latest derring-do so has arrived in a demi-maelstrom of hype. That in no way stops it being brilliant, it just means I don't need to do anything other than give it a casual thumbs up.

The second was a version of Macbeth set in a disused prison in Clerkenwell. By talking about it I risk turning into a gushing fool, so I'll be succinct. It was definitely the Shakespeare that I've enjoyed the most and, off the top of my head, I can't think of a play I've enjoyed more. It's on for a month. See it.

Hot Crossed Pun

I really want to go for a run. Why is that? For the last while I've felt like I should go for a run because I was "in training" for a race and I really didn't want to, because if you've got to do something it becomes a chore. But now that I can't put all that much pressure on my ankle without it hurting, I know that I shouldn't go for a run, but really want to.

Things I've learnt since my last blog entry:

1. There's a reason why people don't do cross-country races in dresses and fishnets. Neither very good for running in when muddy.

2. Dean Macey and Dean Gaffney are two different people (my friends are starting to get irked by how little I know about popular culture).

3. Barbecued python isn't great.