improvised theatre

February 16, 2004

A little busy ...

Busy writing an awful lot of dull things I won't bore you with (much use of restraint to avoid describing competitors as "febrile"). And nursing a sore shoulder, which either came about due to holding a camera on my shoulder on Sunday or - less likely - due to my lovely new scarf, which I maybe tied a little too enthusiastically round my neck this morning.

It really is very lovely. Cashmere, and everything.

Posted by James Aylett at February 16, 2004 10:36 PM
Comments

A cashmere scarf?

Sounds a wee bit fey to me.

Posted by: James Lark at February 17, 2004 10:44 AM

Aye, perhaps a wee bit. But then, you know, there is little wrong with a good bit of fey, now and again.

Posted by: James Aylett at February 17, 2004 12:11 PM

Is there that owre his fey ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi cashmere sconner,
Looks down wi sneering, febrile view
On sic a dinner?

(Robert Burns)

Posted by: James Lark at February 17, 2004 04:45 PM

Let us never forget that CASHMERE is the TOUCH OF LUXURY.

Posted by: Andrew Ormerod at February 19, 2004 02:26 PM

But so is Diana Rigg.

I've heard.

Posted by: James Lark at February 20, 2004 09:43 AM