Royal Fly Pew Pew

The meeting with the new Routes to Work person went well.  I think I’ll get on with her.

The volunteering meeting, not so much.  As I feared, it was about working at the cemetery.  As soon as I said I had emailed to change to the library.  And that was meeting over.

Yesterday, I went through to Newcastle.  I had a ticket to go to an event with Margaret Atwood.  It was brilliant.  She was hilarious.  Seriously, I’ve seen sets from stand up comics that have been less funny than her.  She was also blunt.  When she was asked about it seeming as if we were living in dark times, she simply said that’s because we are.

The first half was her being asked questions by an interviewer and the second was her answering questions that had been tweeted in.  We learned that she doesn’t like telling people what to read, that she started writing The Testaments in 2016 and that she’s got a petit point made by a fan saying “Fuck Aunt Lydia”.

And why beds have legs.

Then I went down the pub for a couple of pints, finished reading Unfollow and started reading Renia’s Story.

Today, I went to the Newcastle Quey market to get more backflow incense cones and came home.  After some time to decompress, I went for my swim.

It didn’t register on Vortex Manipulator this week, but that’s not because I’m backsliding.  It’s because my between lengths rests were longer than I would have liked.  There were three kids who were messing about.  I wouldn’t mind that, but there were spreading out across the pool.  I actually had to stop one length because one of them decided to swim right across me and if I didn’t we would have collided.

That still didn’t teach them.

Got the new Cigarettes after Sex album.  It’s great.

A few pics from Newcastle:

The stage pic is just to show the setup.  I didn’t actually take any pics during the event.

Next weekend is Great Yarmouth.

Will