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Well! Twelfth Night was fantastic. I loved the lighting, the music, the actors. Olivia and Viola were both very good, Feste the fool was just amazing. A very talented man, agile and energetic with a good singing voice. I loved the way he was always turning up on the edge of the action throughout the play. He'd interact with the other characters, he'd address the audience, he'd do a silly dance, he'd vanish again -- but I had the feeling he knew everything that was going on and enjoyed watching the others going through their problems, as if he was really the main character and was amusing himself by giving himself a small cameo in their story and allowing them to think of him as unimportant.
( I wrote a bit much... )

On my way home I saw a man riding down the road on a motorbike with an axe in his teeth. Is that the most awesome thing ever or really really terrifying?

I can think of half a dozen better ways of transporting an axe on a motorbike, but none quite so menacing.

I'm looking through a few MP3s that I downloaded way back when I'd only just got the internet. One of them is of Ella Fitzgerald doing a fantastic scat version of Oh Lady Be Good. She's great. What a voice!

The thing is, how in the world did I manage to run a search for "scat" and bring up very good jazz music and nothing more? I want to reach back through time and shout at innocent 19-year-old self NOOOOOOO DON'T!!! or unplug the computer. But it wasn't even necessary.