Filler 25

On Thursday I recklessly committed myself to teaching today. Ah'm jest a gurl who cain't say no. Thus, after nowhere near enough sleep, I found myself miked up in front of a bunch of disgruntled exercisers, trying to persuade them to enjoy working up a sweat despite their disappointment at not getting the class they came for. Successfully, for the most part, I think. Or hope, anyway.

It was fun. I'm only a cover teacher these days, which means I crop up completely at random, and all those random occasions have been step classes for the past few months, so plain cardio was a bit of a shock to the system. I used a routine I haven't taught for (approximately) a geological period, so there were a few "Hello? Hello? Where am I? Who am I? Who are these people? Why are they looking at me like that?" moments, but on the whole it worked out okay. As often happens, I overran by a couple of minutes -- once I have these people in my power I just can't bear to let them go -- but my apologies to the next teacher were met with incredulity: he was more than happy to forego the extra time.

This was at lunchtime, and lunch did not figure; as breakfast also hadn't. I nipped home to check on Ian, who made a bit of a night of it on Friday and was feeling a teensy bit the worse for wear, and we hung out for awhile. Then I left him at the piano, practising furiously, and went into town to see off my friend Stuart, who's moving to Northern Ireland tomorrow. It was after four by the time we met (I had to stop into Foyles to pick up some more sheet music to feed Ian's insatiable appetite), but as luck would have it Stuart hadn't eaten either, so we went for a slap-up meal in Chinatown. Then we wandered around a bit, geeked out in Forbidden Planet, and said our farewells.

For fuck's sake. How humdrum is this blog entry? There aren't really any more clodhopping details to relate anyway, but let's pretend there are and, for the sake of sanity, skip over them.

I typed out the following notes the other day for blog entries to come:

As this moment I think I still remember what they're all about, but that doesn't mean any of it will ever get properly written up. So think of this as a cryptic crossword clue to possible future postings. Or just a chance to close that BBEdit window that's been nagging me since Thursday night, shifting a little fragment of local storage into the brave new world wide interweb.
Posted by matt at June 27, 2004 01:14 AM