Thursday, February 05, 2004
Southern,
Fun aplenty Northwards. I am currently living a homeless existence in Leeds, until a week on Sunday (necessity of attending daily/nightly rehearsals for forthcoming stage extravaganza). Not roofless, but homeless nonetheless. The good townsfolk shake their heads and click their tongues at the sight of me forlornly dragging my purple trolley suitcase in the rain, then heave a sigh of relief as I pass without asking for change "for a cup of coffee". (By the bye, there is one such optimistic chap in Leeds who does that very thing...outside a Starbucks.)
The tale is a lengthy one, and I shan't bore you with it at this juncture. It involves a grumpy grandparent. I shall return to my hunt for a more permanent bed-site than the various locations of the past week
Northern.
Fun aplenty Northwards. I am currently living a homeless existence in Leeds, until a week on Sunday (necessity of attending daily/nightly rehearsals for forthcoming stage extravaganza). Not roofless, but homeless nonetheless. The good townsfolk shake their heads and click their tongues at the sight of me forlornly dragging my purple trolley suitcase in the rain, then heave a sigh of relief as I pass without asking for change "for a cup of coffee". (By the bye, there is one such optimistic chap in Leeds who does that very thing...outside a Starbucks.)
The tale is a lengthy one, and I shan't bore you with it at this juncture. It involves a grumpy grandparent. I shall return to my hunt for a more permanent bed-site than the various locations of the past week
Northern.
