The End
What a manic time; I've moved house three times in a week, seen more shows than I normally would in a term, run into a whole load of Cambridge thesps and comedians and one friend from hippy camping festival of my childhood.
Very uncertain what the future has to hold, at the beginning of the festival stint I was thinking I ought to go onto the standup circuit once my year in Berlin is up, but by the end, having witnessed lots of stage deaths, medeocrity and arrogance, and having taken photos for a few shows and remembered how much I enjoy that I'm probably veering back to the photography path. I feel I should mention now that I did see some really entertaining and up and coming stuff at the festival along side the rest of it, it's just I'm not sure I want to get broken on the wheel of shame that is being a new comic in order to have my moment of fame.
I was congratulated for sticking with the job by my boss when the summer school ended, which I took as a complement. The best thing that happened in the last week of teaching was watching a love affair blossom between two of my students, one a loud, beer loving Italian boy, the other a studious Taiwanese girl. On her last day they exchanged the most heartbreaking love letters I've ever seen (which I and my colleagues had the privilege of proof reading for spelling and grammar). When she was on the bus he ran up to it begging him to stop so he could have one final kiss goodbye. They even told eachother they loved eachother, promising to visit and stay in contact. My heart broke over the idea of the distance between them.
That evening I went to console the Italian guy at the school disco I was supervising, seeing he looked melancholy.
"Is your heart breaking now she's gone" I asked expectatly
"Meh, I'll get over it" was his reply "Teacher, come out and drink with us this evening."
Ah well, romance is dead, long live beer. Needless to say I graciously refused his invitation.
Well, I don't have much more to say on the subject of Edinburgh now. Watch out for my new and exciting Berlin Blog starting as soon as I make it there.
Very uncertain what the future has to hold, at the beginning of the festival stint I was thinking I ought to go onto the standup circuit once my year in Berlin is up, but by the end, having witnessed lots of stage deaths, medeocrity and arrogance, and having taken photos for a few shows and remembered how much I enjoy that I'm probably veering back to the photography path. I feel I should mention now that I did see some really entertaining and up and coming stuff at the festival along side the rest of it, it's just I'm not sure I want to get broken on the wheel of shame that is being a new comic in order to have my moment of fame.
I was congratulated for sticking with the job by my boss when the summer school ended, which I took as a complement. The best thing that happened in the last week of teaching was watching a love affair blossom between two of my students, one a loud, beer loving Italian boy, the other a studious Taiwanese girl. On her last day they exchanged the most heartbreaking love letters I've ever seen (which I and my colleagues had the privilege of proof reading for spelling and grammar). When she was on the bus he ran up to it begging him to stop so he could have one final kiss goodbye. They even told eachother they loved eachother, promising to visit and stay in contact. My heart broke over the idea of the distance between them.
That evening I went to console the Italian guy at the school disco I was supervising, seeing he looked melancholy.
"Is your heart breaking now she's gone" I asked expectatly
"Meh, I'll get over it" was his reply "Teacher, come out and drink with us this evening."
Ah well, romance is dead, long live beer. Needless to say I graciously refused his invitation.
Well, I don't have much more to say on the subject of Edinburgh now. Watch out for my new and exciting Berlin Blog starting as soon as I make it there.
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