Reminded this week of one of the first recordings my choir, the Pink Singers, backing on Ain’t Necessarily So by Bronski Beat. It came up as part of an hour-long set of conversations with elder pinkies reflecting on their experiences of the 1980s on our weekly (zoom) rehearsal, prompted by It’s a Sin. Another reminder of the power of intergenerational queer spaces. We are standing on the shoulders of giants.
Starting to think about the shape of work for spring & summer as some long-term engagements conclude soon. Aiming for some restored balance, time for some learning, networking and thinking about how to grow my business a bit.
Continuing last week’s Mumbai theme, we really enjoyed The Lunchbox, a gentle story of romance and, again, class, centred around an accidental delivery of lunch to the wrong person by dabbawallas (I am assured that in reality, the dabbawallas never fail).
Yerma, on the other hand, is anything but gentle, but Billie Piper is incredible in it.
J has started some volunteering work and so at least one of us is out of the house on a regular basis for the first time in a while. Elvis the puggle’s separation anxiety has become pretty acute as a result, so looking at ways to resolve that.
Started to take in some small hills on a weekly basis to try and increase my FTP on the bike. The creep towards middle-aged-man-in-lycra is continuing.