24/08/06
Windsock -
Categories: What is a windsock actually for?
I know it's basically a little sock that blows in the wind - but why? Surely noone would actually want to measure how much wind there was...why would they want to do that?
You can usually tell by how much your hair is blowing in your face.
Here's a little poem. You can make it into a song if you like, by making up a tune for it in your head:
Windsock windsock
On a little hill-ock
What what what
Are you for
Windsock windsock
You're a bit of a cock
And I don't like you
Any more.
So. Nearly the end of the festival. It's that holiday syndrome of feeling like it's gone quite fast, and also feeling like I've been here FOREVER.
I saw Isabel Fay's show (Magic Steve's Disappearing Act) at the Holyrood Tavern last night. It's fantastic. Go and see it if you get a chance.
Also come and see my show (whoever you are) if you haven't seen it.
Only four more to go...
And go to my show website www.ruthpickett.co.uk/pilkington.htm
I actually can't wait to get back home. I miss London...I miss cycling over the Thames at night (over a bridge; I don't have a magic E.T.-powered flying bike); I miss shops that shut at 7 or 8 instead of 5.30; I miss little Turkish newsagents selling cheap fruit and delicious houmous; and I miss my piano. I have a Bechstein. I love it. I'm pretty rubbish at playing it, but I will practice and get better and then I will be KING OF THE WORLD!
I won't really, I'll just be someone who can play the piano. But it's good to aim high.
I got an email today from someone asking if they could set up a Ruth Pickett fansite. Hehe! Obviously there would only be about three people who ever looked at it, but it's vaguely exciting all the same. I do worry that it might encourage stalkers, but still...
Went to the library bar last night. I very briefly met a certain Scottish comic who shall remain nameless, but I got the impression he has rather a high opinion of himself. Whilst flailing my arms about (as I generally do when talking - I find it helps) I accidentally knocked his glass a tiny bit, and spilled a tiny bit of his wine. I apologised profusely and said 'I'm so sorry, I'm really clumsy" and instead of going "It's fine, don't worry" he made rather a big deal of looking annoyed and wiping his jumper (which clearly only had the most miniscule amount of wine on it) and said something about it making his hand sticky.
He then asked what I did, and I said I was doing a show at the Pleasance. He looked surprised and said "Oh. How did you get that venue then?" (which, correct me if I'm wrong, implies that I must be very unimportant and I somehow fluked my way there, which might be true but that's not the point). I said "Well, I'm with Avalon, and they helped sort it out for me". He looked surprised again and said "Oh, you're with Avalon. How did you manage that then?" (which again, I think, implies that I really shouldn't be with them). Maybe it was me being paranoid, but I escaped from the conversation not long after that.
There are some strange people in this world. And I never really get it when people are rude or obnoxious...why would you want to be like that?
Now, obviously, everyone acts like a twat sometimes (I know I do) but I don't mean that - I'm talking about the type of people who deliberately try to belittle people in conversation if they don't think they're very important...Just to get some sad little kick out of a conversational power-trip.
I spoke to someone else last night (another comic who I don't know very well) who said in a quite condesending manner "How's it going? Are you ok?" and I said, "Yeah, you know, fine - up and down" and he said "Yeah, I read some bad reviews".
Who says that? Who just says that to someone they hardly know?
I said, "Yeah, but I've had some good reviews as well, and a lot more good shows than bad. It's hard but I'm enjoying it". He seemed to not be listening and very patronisingly just said 'Yes, well, just stick with it, yeah? You'll get through it. Don't let it get you down".
Maybe he didn't mean it in quite such a patronising way - maybe he was trying to be nice. But if so it was a strange way of showing it.
I'm definitely not thick-skinned enough. I read an article recently on only-children (yes, I'm an only child - what a surprise). Apparently they can be more prone to get upset by criticism - because children with siblings get used to their brothers and sisters being horrible to them all the time, and so develop a tolerance for it - whereas only children don't, and so become mortified if someone is unpleasant to them.
Obviously I don't believe every bit of pop psychology I read - but that's definitely true of me. It's only recently that I've started to learn to ignore people when they are unpleasant.
And then write about them on Chortle.
Sorry - didn't mean this to be a big rant.
I'm actually in quite a good mood. Just blathering on.
Blathering blathering
As you may be gathering
Blathering on and on
Wiffling waffling
A silly little offering
Until all my thoughts are gone.
Which has now happened.
Bye x
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