Meeting Mr Coombes
Working on French stuff a little this morning, and other bits. Decided this afternoon, as it was bright and sunny, to go for a long walk. Walked for a couple of hours along the coast and back, and felt decidedly good for it.
In the evening off to see a processionally staged adaptation of plays by Pinter, with Lorraine and Sam by Beth and Mark's college. Forgotten how bleakly funny Pinter can be. "If you tell me one of our dogs bit this woman without giving his name, I will have that dog shot," made me laugh in an excerpt from Mountain Language. Some of the acting done outside, with Beth flinging herself to the floor with great gusto in moves she choreographed herself. She also ended the show with a long solo song. Very good.
After, and as it was Matt's birthday, Lorraine and Sam and I went to meet him in the Brighton Tavern for yet more drinking. He appeared with Linda and we gave him a dinosaur birthday card. Much chatting and we were joined by an older and very entertaining gentleman called Spike who had a tattooed face and took rather a shine to Lorraine, and told her he was a wizard. He also had a rat called Mr Coombes in his pocket, and a little dog scampering about. For reasons best known to herself Lorraine started cuddling the rat, and then it began burrowing under her clothes, which made her squeak at me to grab it.
Matt given a lift home, Linda and Lorraine left and I finished my beer with Spike before going home, his little rat forlornly poking its nose out of his pocket.
Below Mr Coombes, cliff and cloud, and a ladder.
Working on French stuff a little this morning, and other bits. Decided this afternoon, as it was bright and sunny, to go for a long walk. Walked for a couple of hours along the coast and back, and felt decidedly good for it.
In the evening off to see a processionally staged adaptation of plays by Pinter, with Lorraine and Sam by Beth and Mark's college. Forgotten how bleakly funny Pinter can be. "If you tell me one of our dogs bit this woman without giving his name, I will have that dog shot," made me laugh in an excerpt from Mountain Language. Some of the acting done outside, with Beth flinging herself to the floor with great gusto in moves she choreographed herself. She also ended the show with a long solo song. Very good.
After, and as it was Matt's birthday, Lorraine and Sam and I went to meet him in the Brighton Tavern for yet more drinking. He appeared with Linda and we gave him a dinosaur birthday card. Much chatting and we were joined by an older and very entertaining gentleman called Spike who had a tattooed face and took rather a shine to Lorraine, and told her he was a wizard. He also had a rat called Mr Coombes in his pocket, and a little dog scampering about. For reasons best known to herself Lorraine started cuddling the rat, and then it began burrowing under her clothes, which made her squeak at me to grab it.
Matt given a lift home, Linda and Lorraine left and I finished my beer with Spike before going home, his little rat forlornly poking its nose out of his pocket.
Below Mr Coombes, cliff and cloud, and a ladder.
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