- 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.
- Otherwise a relatively quiet week, thankfully.
- Daffodils, crocuses, snowdrops, oh my.