Telegraph from the front line

Hello and greetings from the latter end of February, a month so wet and wild not even my boots can muster resistance.

And this blog hasn’t been updated since July at the latest, so I may as well fill in some gaps or cavities…

a) I’ve been busy in the midst of final year studies. That is all. It certainly is a demanding enterprise, but when you get to write about the contemporary performance history of Cymbeline for your dissertation, all complaints fall by the wayside. Plus it just proves that I can’t shake off Shakespeare.

Cymbeline at Shakespeare's Globe, 2001, or Mark Rylance running around in his jammies for three hours. YES I AM WRITING ABOUT HIS JAMMIES FOR MY DISSERTATION. Or something.

Also, Innogen or Imogen? You decide, mainly because I’m too lazy.

b) As further proof that I just can’t shake off Shakespeare, I’ve also been accepted onto a MA course in Shakespeare & Theatre at the Shakespeare Institute, as part of the University of Birmingham. It just happens to be in Stratford-upon-Avon (and yes, I said that to get your attention). Nevertheless, I’m very, very excited about the prospect of moving over to the UK again for a while, and completely immersing myself in Shakespeare all over again. Dissertations on Cymbeline are NOT ENOUGH to satiate me.

Plus, did I mention the lovely, lovely archives they have over in London and in Stratford? *drools*

Also, there is Tetley’s. I don’t care if it’s available here in Ireland (though not much), I associate it with over there. It’s not the same, totally different, etc.

c) Peppermint tea, all the while, remains an exemplary drink.

d) THE MUPPETS HAVE YOU SEEN THE MUPPETS GO SEE THE MUPPETS IT WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE

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