Point-form weekend

1. It is 'bonfire night' in London, also known as Guy Fawkes' day, also known as the weekend everyone, regardless of familiarity with pyrotechnic safety procedures and/or blood alcohol level, lights fireworks and bonfires all over the city, in backyards and on street corners. It is also the first week of London's firemen and women going on strike.

2. I have spent the weekend being a hung-over academic at a gesture lab/conference at the Globe, which has led to a lot of doodling, most of it Shakespeare-based, all of it embarrassing.

3. The gesture lab has involved a lot of professional actors explaining their theories of early modern performance and workshopping ideas/methods of staging. A lot of it has involved some very floofy acting-type exercises, including something about 'floating' and 'falling' based on Chekov, and actors moving feelings and colours to different locations in their bodies. It has been a cruel reminder as to why I ultimately failed as an actor: my complete inability to let the colour purple govern my movements.

4. Spent last night at a party in Peckham talking about time travel and the way British people say the words 'pedophile', 'hummus', 'yogurt', and 'albino'. (Spoiler alert: they say it weird.) In the name of bonfire night we sent up this firey lantern thing into the air, although as it floated into the night sky it looked suspiciously like it was about to become consumed in flames and maybe land on someone's roof. Whoops. No one called 911 because a) I don't think that's the number for emergencies here, b) The firemen are all at home on strike laughing at their genius trick, and c) It was pissing rain and went out on its own anyway. All's well that ends well and all that.

Here is one of my aforementioned doodles. I presume by now I don't have to preface this with NERD ALERT:

GET IT BECAUSE IT'S ALSO A DRINK?! AND THOSE GUYS ARE LETTUCES? AND ALSO CAESAR SALAD. HOO BOY, IT'S GOOD.