It's nearly Festival time here in Brighton. Which, if it's like last year, means that M., who is employed by said Festival, will keep odd hours and I'll be out many eves seeing shows--which can't be good for the thesis-writing, but does tend to make me appreciate Brighton after a long winter of early sunsets and sour people (and god knows I'm one of them sometimes) in the streets.
One of M.'s main responsibilities this year has been "production co-ordination" (co-ordinating production?) for the Lost and Found Orchestra, the new show by the producers of world-famous Stomp. Lost and Found will be similar to Stomp, but in addition to percussive instruments made from industrial items, there will be a whole orchestra of "found" materials transformed into things that make music. And there's an acrobat. For a preview, check out the Brighton Festival Music Maker, where you can mix your own music using sounds from the show.
In other "news," it's a sunny warm day here, which has brought out another sign of Spring: the drunks have returned to the square outside our flat, along with daffodils and seagulls picking around at grass shavings for their nests. Since about 8:30 this morning they've been sitting around nursing tall cans of lager. A couple of guys are now playing football, cans still in hand. I don't mind them (except for this one girl with boofy hair who is so damn LOUD when she combines her lager with a shot of heroin around the corner), but I suspect the police will be here any minute to usher them on. Our neighbours don't like DOGS in the square, so you can imagine their reaction to lower class humans.
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