Better late than Never

      A simple picture I thought to begin with, so as not to start too dramatically only to fall down by the way-side after only a few posts; simply the view from my room's window on one of those extremely rare sunny days in Lancaster:

      Primarily I decided to start up the old "blogathon" again because I feel bad; I'm annoyed at myself for not contacting friends and family enough, and not just that, but I feel nobody knows what I really get up to here in Lancs. Therefore you will be educated! And if that doesn't appeal, you could just skim through and highlight words that look like they should be rude. That's fun to do in any text.
      So I'm over half-way through my first year in university education. It's turned out pretty much how I expected really; plenty of procrastination, dancing around being theatrical and drinking. To add insult to injury, I'm not really proud of any of them (except perhaps the dancing around, the activity demands a lot of effort).
      In theatre we've been divided into practical groups to initiate and create the end of year devised performances. Basically more dancing until we come up with something substantial, followed by putting that on stage with a few colourful lights and some realistic explosion sounds - Voilà! Theatre! In all seriousness however it seems to be progressing well; we've only had two meetings and we've begun formulating an idea surrounding the theme of surveillance and conspiracy. Unfortunately it's been decided that Shakespeare's Hamlet will be used to draw inspiration from. While the text is relevant, it has got to the point in my educational career where maybe too much of Mr. Shakey has been touched upon. However we're also using techniques squelched from the Wooster Group, a more contemporary company who frequently associate themselves with incorporating media into live theatre. Which will be nice.
      I've only recently returned from a rehearsal of He Who Gets Slapped, a play in which, to both my dismay and joy, I get to wear a vast amount of face paint. I've never liked the stuff, and although arguably in the wonderful world of acting the use of make-up is to be encouraged, I'm afraid I won't ever enjoy the experience of my face with smothered with various paints, gloops or powders. frankly, it just doesn't sit well. I will try to gather some photos from today's session; they're hilarious.
     Apart from that minor inconvenience everything is fine. I'm running incredibly low on food but then who isn't, and the mould behind my desk continues to invade the edges of my carpet; the porter will be notified, and nothing will be done - classic Ash House.
      To all concerned, thanks for reading, will try my bestest to keep this blog updated as much as possible, although with my incredibly busy schedule it'll be increasingly difficult to find the tim....... HA, could not finish that sentence. I've all the time in the world, however laziness is the curse of us all.
      Bye!
      Ollie x