So here I am, once again, fighting my way through the interface of this STUPID APPLE COMPUTER in order to check emails and blogs and give moira a push in the right direction, and such things. I’ve only 30 or so lines to do for the next lesson, and I still have about an hour and a half til then. Lou is probably in the private study area attacking her nasty Homeric lang translation, and I think Chris, Ed and Fern and etc are working in their classroom.
Yes, we’ve met yet another Ed. Had I mentioned that? He is very nice, but has been nicknamed The Machine by the rest of his group since he is actually… scarily good at Greek. And everything else. We may be capitalising on that name for our quiz team.
This place is seeming far more normal now that we’ve got used to the workload and got to know some other people. It’s good, and when you all have lots of work to do, it doesn’t seem so tough. And it all gets easier, anyway. I got about 60 lines done yesterday, though that was just me making the most of not having any tutoring sessions. We had them on Saturday, but not Sunday.
I’d ramble on for a bit about the Aristophanes of last night and the Agamemnon on Friday, but it wouldn’t be particularly meaningful for anyone not already here. I noticed one of the younger tutors seemed to have brought her boyfriend here last night to see Lysistrata, and he just did not get it. All these people on stage wiggling around with great big balloons attached to their crotches. The classicists found it hilarious, but any of the uninitiated… not so much. But I got a few photos of Nick Denyer in his Reconciliation costume, whose humour I think is universally apparent.
Really very little to report, as we’ve all just been working. Got up for an early morning run the other day, which was not a bad idea and I crippled my leg in many different places and which now seize violently when I try to walk, but that’s been about the only unusual thing I’ve been up to. Oh, and we walked into Blandford and back the day of the costume party. Saturday evening? Seems like a long, long time ago.
I think the other main excitement of this coming week is Chris, Ed and any other male with a great enough lack of shame preparing to sing Gay Bar to one of the kitchen staff tomorrow lunchtime. He kept asking random people to sing him songs before he would serve them food, and Chris kept refusing, so this is our resolution. I have a video of him and Ed doing a trial run yesterday afternoon, which was fantastic and “very homosexual”, and it will most certainly find its way on here in due course.
And now I think it’s time to go do another 30 lines of Andromache. And possibly read a newspaper too. Yes, I am living on the wild side here. And at 4 o’clock – tea and cakes.