Sunday 6th of December, 2009
this choice of rudenesses
Um.. Sunday, yes.
Up. Supermarket, home.
Colouring in Fairies.
In the afternoon to Brentford, home of the fabled Brentford Nylons, which turns out to be a lot easier to get to than I'd have thought. I'll rest easy if I ever need to go to Brentford again.
It's a celebration at the house Will S is living in (until soon, when he moves out). I find out at last what egg nog is like, which I'd always wondered (like Baileys, essentially), and have an Irish coffee made for me. In a situation such as this, where I know hardly anyone there, there seem to be two choices - to be rude by entering the room where all the people I don't know are (so they wonder "who is this person, drinking our drink?") or hanging out with the people I do know, only appearing as I leave (so that the assembled company think "Who was that person, drinking our drink?") As it happens, I opt for the latter strategy in this choice of rudenesses. But it was all very nice, and very welcoming, and I had to leave at the time I did in order to get the train, with another person called John who works down the road from where I live, because it's a very small world indeed.
Home. Colouring, dinner, more colouring, then Alan Bennett's magnificent A Question of Attribution, in which all the dialogue appears to signify at least two things simultaneously.
Up a bit late, sadly.
