Friday, 18 March 2011

Naked boys

I'm heading into the West End to see the first night of Naked Boys Singing, at that little theatre under the arches at Charing Cross. Nathan is performing in the cast. He is also the show's Resident Director, and yes, he will be appearing totally naked... Although, soft porn it is most definitely not!

I am wearing a suit with a purple shirt and tie, and think I look pretty dapper, even if one of my socks is Easter yellow! I've opted to look as nice as possible to try and make Nathan feel proud. I don't often get an opportunity to dress up.

I was told to expect a call from the mediators in our court case this afternoon, so didn't go to the gym. Needless to say, they didn't call, and I sat twiddling my thumbs in front of the telly for nothing. When I spoke to them this morning, I was told that they hadn't yet received an official request for mediation from the court. I read the lady on the phone a letter I'd been sent, which seemed to contradict this view, and she asked if I'd mind giving her the Defendant's phone number, which seemed curious, but I was hugely grateful to her for attempting  to get the wheels in motion! The whole sorry business has been going on for close to a year.

Monday 18th March, 1661, and England was gripped by general election fever. Sir William Batten was up with the lark, and off to Rochester, where he expected to be chosen as a member of parliament, and Pepys read in a newes-book (plainly a precursor to a newspaper) that his cousin Thomas Pepys had been chosen to represent Cambridge, which seemed to be the first result in!

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