Should have known there was a way around feeling antsy. The Beiderbecke Affair. James Bolam, Barbara Flynn, and great jazz. Oh, and some genius lines to boot. For example, on discussing Jill's method to persuade Trevor to go to a meeting (she's an active activist, Trevor isn't):
Jill Swinburne: D'you fancy going out tonight? Belated anniversary celebration.
Trevor Chaplin: What is it? "Save the whale" or "single-parent families"?
Jill Swinburne: I've got no kids - I can't be a single-parent family.
Trevor Chaplin: Have you considered fostering a blue whale? Solve two problems.
Like I said, genius. And not a swear-word or murder in sight.
Thursday 25 September 2008
My Feeling
Well, this'll have to be yet another short post, as I should really be writing up my field diary, notes for a paper, and packing for Cambridge. In reality of course, none of these things are going to get done tonight. And this is for one very good reason. I'm feeling antsy.
Having got back from Greece yesterday evening, I've been feeling a mixture of tiredness and irritability which pretty much only comes from two things with me. If you know me well enough, you might be able to guess what both of them are - but it doesn't matter anyway, as the results are the same. Firstly, there's a complete inability to stay still; for example, right now I'm rocking backwards and forwards manically on a swivel chair whilst biting my finger nails, and tapping my foot on one of the chair legs. Secondly, and in this case more importantly, I find it impossible to do anything actually useful. As a result, I'm temporarily limited to menial tasks like looking at other people's photos, website maintainance, checking bank accounts, the news, the price of cheese, whether that noise is someone else in the house or just the phantom plumbing and any number of other useless things.
This, of course, is what keeps diaries like mine going - I have far too many things to do before I go back, and I really want to meet up with at least a couple of friends before I do, but until I shake off this feeling, that ain't going to happen. Can anyone suggest any drugs for this kind of thing?! Whilst I still have fingers left?
Having got back from Greece yesterday evening, I've been feeling a mixture of tiredness and irritability which pretty much only comes from two things with me. If you know me well enough, you might be able to guess what both of them are - but it doesn't matter anyway, as the results are the same. Firstly, there's a complete inability to stay still; for example, right now I'm rocking backwards and forwards manically on a swivel chair whilst biting my finger nails, and tapping my foot on one of the chair legs. Secondly, and in this case more importantly, I find it impossible to do anything actually useful. As a result, I'm temporarily limited to menial tasks like looking at other people's photos, website maintainance, checking bank accounts, the news, the price of cheese, whether that noise is someone else in the house or just the phantom plumbing and any number of other useless things.
This, of course, is what keeps diaries like mine going - I have far too many things to do before I go back, and I really want to meet up with at least a couple of friends before I do, but until I shake off this feeling, that ain't going to happen. Can anyone suggest any drugs for this kind of thing?! Whilst I still have fingers left?
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