I don’t want to go to Jakarta.
It follows then, as night follows day, that Jakarta is exactly where I AM going on Tuesday night. This arse of a trip is designed for one stupid reason only: the holding of that behemoth of contemporary corporate life: the workshop.
I won’t witter on about the ghastliness of the workshop: the cretinous, credulous, erroneous, offensive beliefs that “There’s no such thing as a bad idea” ( a thought that history would disprove fairly comprehensively, I would suggest) and “Eight people are better than one” (actually what happens is you get a surfeit of people so delighted to be out of the office, but so unaware of their limitations that you end up copying things onto a flip-chart that you will stare at in horrified disbelief only an hour later), but I WILL comment on the fact that for a seven hour “workshop”, I leave home at 5pm on Tuesday night, returning on 6am on Saturday morning.
Oh – and my companion is Enthusiastic Account Guy: whose enthusiasm is exciting for about a day, after which it becomes a principle reason that I start contemplating Niagara Falls tightrope-walking as an alternative career. Oh MAN, I don’t want to go – but I absolutely AM going to go.
Sorry to hear about Jakarta. That blows. But aren’t you happy that the Lovely Fiona is back at the Wilton Music Hall doing the Waste Land – AND back at the NT doing London Assurance? xxfellow fiona fanxx
REALLY? She’s doing The Waste Land again? That is brilliant news: thank you so much for letting me know!
Ear to the ground, I have. However, booking tickets for the Waste Land seems to be comparable to a game of hide-and-seek. Apparently the NT is handling the bookings but my moles on the inside can’t get a peep out of the boxoffice and the people at Wilton’s don’t seem to understand English.
xxf f fxx