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Well, that’s Christmas and New Year over for another year, and it’s back to work, or at least to looking for it. I have to see the daft duck woman this afternoon, then I can finish taking down the last of the decorations and start properly looking for some sort of paid employment.
A couple of my friends have a daughter with a birthday on January 6, so that always makes a nice finish to the festivities. She’s 14 now, and VERY much into Sherlock, so after cake and fizzy wine some of us stayed to watch yesterday’s episode, which I found very much more fun to watch with a room full of other people. She’s a bit of a fangirl all round - when I called her father on Thursday to get times for the party, they had been waiting at a stage door for an hour to get Tom Hiddleston’s autograph. Apparently most of the audience for his recent production of Coriolanus was teenage girls, which is not the demographic that play normally appeals to.
Her posh cousins were over earlier; they are lovely people, but have a reputation in our side of the family for eccentric names (including a Boadicea). This time it emerged that there is also a cousin called Hannibal. I went through agonies trying not to catch the god-son’s eye, when we heard this, but we had a hilarious tube journey home speculating about him. What, for example, was he like at nursery school (“dangerous and a bit nippy” was the g-d’s suggestion) and above all, what can his parents have been thinking? The g-s pointed out that a number of career options might be difficult for him, notably medicine, psychiatry and catering, Especially catering…
A couple of my friends have a daughter with a birthday on January 6, so that always makes a nice finish to the festivities. She’s 14 now, and VERY much into Sherlock, so after cake and fizzy wine some of us stayed to watch yesterday’s episode, which I found very much more fun to watch with a room full of other people. She’s a bit of a fangirl all round - when I called her father on Thursday to get times for the party, they had been waiting at a stage door for an hour to get Tom Hiddleston’s autograph. Apparently most of the audience for his recent production of Coriolanus was teenage girls, which is not the demographic that play normally appeals to.
Her posh cousins were over earlier; they are lovely people, but have a reputation in our side of the family for eccentric names (including a Boadicea). This time it emerged that there is also a cousin called Hannibal. I went through agonies trying not to catch the god-son’s eye, when we heard this, but we had a hilarious tube journey home speculating about him. What, for example, was he like at nursery school (“dangerous and a bit nippy” was the g-d’s suggestion) and above all, what can his parents have been thinking? The g-s pointed out that a number of career options might be difficult for him, notably medicine, psychiatry and catering, Especially catering…