High Llamas

A great evening last night, watching The High Llamas at the Louisiana. I'd never heard of them before, but one of the other people on my novel-writing course was going to see them and took me along. I didn't need a lot of convincing, because I normally have a good time at the Louie. Unlike the last time I was there, there was actually a substantial audience, too, which really helped.

Anyway. Won't got on about it too much, because I'm going out for a nice long sunday walk today, and I should get my arse moving fairly soon. Suffice it to say that they were gently splendid. I knew I was in for a good time from the moment I got there, when I was dragged up to the front by Angela, and saw that there was a glockenspiel, a banjo, a classical guitar and a Fender Strat on the stage...

Anyway. Walkies.

Prizes, and Doctor Who (no spoilers)

This week, on the novel-writing course, our tutor gave us leaflets about the Bridport prize, a short-story competition that she thought we'd be interested in. Now, I'm interested in it, but the closing date for entries is the end of the month, which is quite a tight timescale.

This weekend I've mostly been trying to figure out what I should write, looking back through my collected notes and ideas, and I think I'm on the verge of committing to one, which is good, having taken a long walk in the woods to think about it. Now all I've got to do is actually commit to it, and then write it. Hmm.

I took some time off today, after the walk, to watch this week's Doctor Who, which was absolutely splendid. I had a feeling it was going to be splendid because the opening credits said it was written by Steven Moffat, who was also responsible for The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances, and The Girl In The Fireplace. He's a brilliant writer (and, unlike a certain Mr. Davies, knows how to make very frightening monsters without blowing the budget on CGI...) I was not disappointed.