Last Friday; History Exam. Too little time, scribbling throughout, hand very painful after. I shudder to imagine Higher history.
Following day; scaling Arthur's Seat by way of relaxation. Not so big as to be daunting, although several points at which a potentialy fatal combiation of wind and sleep deprivation threatened to send me plummeting from the top. Debatable as to whether I'd have noticed.
Forgot my camera, so no pictures. However due to contact lenses, this is the first time on which, reaching the summit, I have actually been able to see anything. T'was very nice by way of a change.
Stopped in on this exhibition;
http://fruitmarket.co.uk/exhibitions/current/
where we found this;
in an isolated, sound-proofed room. Slightly hypnotic. Created by Pipilotti Rist, quite like her take on the song (- papa; I googled it, she did re-record it herself -).
Due to an ill-timed and somewhat irritating computer malfunction, there has been a significant time lapse since my last sortie into blogging. Consequently, stuff has happened, and because of a somewhat uncontrollable rant (see previous post) concerning atrocities committed towards Tesco customers, the chronological order of posting this stuff has been screwed up.
Please don't judge too harshly.
To return to BBS;
Attended a fantastic concert by the Edinburgh Youth Orchestra at the Usher Hall on the 17th April. It's amazing how those people can play; jealous doesn't quite seem to cover it.
The programme consisted of firstly the 'Concert Overture: Le Carnival Romain', Bela Bartok's third Piano Concerto and finally 'Symphony No.10 in E minor' by Shostakovich.
Describing the entire performance would probably take about as long as it did to listen to (at least a -very- good hour and a half), and be considerably more dull. However I'll go as far as to say say that by common consensus the most striking part was declared to be the second movement of Symphony No.10, which, apparently and perhaps unsurprisingly, was also the most fun to play.
The pianist made for the most interesting viewing; I had the opportunity to speak to her the next day when I came across her by chance in a cafe and she was very pleasant. On the stage she had a spectacular style playing, she bent her arms to such an angle it was amazing her being able to reach the keys. Watching her as she played (she was very into it), she appeared to be the exact stereotype of your average cat-lady. Right throughout her performance I retained a mental image of her sitting, surrounded by hundreds of mewing kitties, stroking (and occasionally absentmindedly playing on) them.
I confess myself sidetracked- apologies.
Aaanyhow, I have accordingly gained a new resolve with regards to piano practise, in order to work myself up to such a standard that I might not feel quite so depressed about my own playing, in comparison with that of talented people.
On that note (unintended pun), I leave you.
.... temporarily.
Common knowledge/sense and popular myth clearly states that Tesco can never, NEVER run out of tesco bags. There are millions of them, and they are everywhere. You can't run out of the infinite. Yet this is exactly the situation I was confronted with, having strolled unsuspectingly into our local chain, and bought enough loot to fill a small truck.
I have been shocked and disillusioned, and I profess myself at a loss; how can I continue day to day having to live always with the niggling fear that when I go to purchase my daily wares, I may yet again be forced to leave, balancing products off every available orfice?
Which came first, Tesco, or the Tesco bag? I'm not sure, but surely it is an integral part of Tesco's duty to supply the masses with a never-ending provision of these synthetic wonders.
2012 is Nigh, and evidently, it's beginning to tell.
Yours sincerely,
A Disgruntled Customer
.... Over and out.
A Brief Update
After an intense scrutiny of the Tesco website, I can find no obvious way to complain. This strikes me as distinctly un-British.
