7 cappuccinos,
so thoroughly enjoy myself, despite the overheated, smokeridden bar we are in all day.
November 20th;
First day of pretending to be
Rezso Seress in
Scott's documentary.
Pseudo-clove
Indonesian cigarettes not a success.
November 19th;
More hectic stuff, including an hour at the cartoon studio with
Rob.
November 18th;
Long, busy day seeing printers on
Csepel Island with
Robin finishes
with 1st full cast meeting for
Scott's film thingie.
November 17th;
Robin & Georgina have storm in
teapot.
November 16th;
Georgina's brother wanders off enthusiastically into the drizzle and mist of the Sunday-morning
puszta with
Robin's
dog Vicki to do some impromptu praying.
November 15th;
At Robin's I meet Georgina's mother and brother. Her mother tells me about her
days as a
COMECON
industrial chemicals delegate {meanwhile she whips up lots of yummy soups
and pastries}. Her brother hails the fire of the Holy Spirit burning in his heart.
November 14th;
Train out of town. I'm getting quite fond of changing at
Szolnok.
November 13th;
Poor Rob. I mess up his cartoon studio scheduling for...? A Bible-study session in a
warm cellar with
The Family,
where an amiable man called Joe explains how
Daniel and
Revelations
predicts barcodes and universal-product-tagging. Endtimes prophecy not
exactly my idea of how to usefully defend civil liberties, since it's all part of
God's plan, so can't be stopped anyway. As politely as possible I ask about the
validity of letting scripture underpin a deterministic view of history and of
course... they cite a scriptural reference as evidence. Oh dear. Sorry Robbo.
November 12th;
Ryan & I see the
Matrix3
film (though I never saw the
second). Well. Where to start?
I quite enjoyed The Frenchman and his superbly stacked moll. Who
thought of calling him
The Merovingian?
Now my ambition to visit a nightclub
like his. The relentlessly ethnic/lesbian Zion was rather tiresome by contrast,
a pretty dull place as scruffily-futuristic underground cities go. I suppose we
all want to believe that (a) reality is an illusion where only we can see
outside
Plato's Cave
& (b) if you believe strongly enough anything is possible,
including having other people think you are 'The One'. If only all-powerful
Agent Smith and The Frenchman could have got together to populate the rest of the
film with more of their dialogue. As Monsieur Merovingien naughtily chides the
humourless, monochrome New Yorkers left to defend humanity: "So!
You steell aven't shanged. Ollwayz straight down to beezneess, euh?".
How right he is.
November 11th;
Marion
complains nippers at school no longer believe in excellence & effort.
Diane & I chance on
Jeremy & Zita.
November 10th;
A chilly, glum Monday improves later. Might I get an
Estonian page?
November 9th;
Ryan discusses
descriptions and explanations
of behaviour.
November 8th;
After very tasty dinner at Mariann's last night, my
cat allergy again rears
its furry, bewhiskered head.
November 7th;
Full moon? Still no reply from astrology.com about their
curious
suggestion that four major events in the life
of de facto moon goddess Princess Di occurred
"during lunar eclipses".
November 6th;
Agnes leads me deeper into the world of
colligations and
clines.
Boo Boo offers me a job as finance director of a tyre-recycling plant.
November 5th
;
Remember, remember, the fifth of November.
