In two days time I head back to Exeter. Since handing in the dissertation, I’ve being doing anything I can that isn’t drama related. Unfortunately, such a notion isn’t really that possible. When you study a subject in detail, you’re let behind the curtain, so that its very presence permeates into reality. Potential PhD topics drift past me all the time, and you can’t ignore them, because one of them will be what I will devote three years of my life to.
However, distracted I have been, spending most of the time with Chivers and Cumella. It’s quite nice being back with the Worcester gang; something that hasn’t occurred since we were at college. Cumella spent a year in Canada after his degree in Leeds, I’ve been in Exeter and Chivers graduated from Bournmouth. Fainer is currently in Australia, so I wont see him till November and Harty is back in Worcester working (yes one of us has a proper job). However, the main purpose of this entry is to mention an individual who has had a remarkable affect on my life. A man named Chivers.
Many people don’t believe that exists, but trust me he does.
Remarkable things have happened to him, and fortunately I myself have been witness to them. Others I hear from him and others, and I can only imagine what he gets up to. I wont list all his triumphs here, because it would take too long, and I forget a few of them, however recent highlights include getting his hair caught in a lathe drill and scalping himself and nearly having his head caved in my his 10 month old nephew. However, Chivers is currently job hunting, so I thought I’d help. Having spent the day helping him on his portfolio, we embarked upon a road trip to an interview with me navigating.
Now it is worth noting that Chivers hasn’t got a good track record with interviews. For one interview he turned up a week early to the surprise of his potential employers who were not prepared at all. For another he simply misheard a question, believing it to be “What sound does a car make?” rather than “What makes the sound in a car?” He of course answered, “Brum Brum?”. He didn’t get the job.
After 20 minutes I was surprised to see Chivers had finished his interview, so we nipped off to visit the grand-parents. Now an odd coincidence is that my Nan lives just round the corner from Chiver’s, right in the north of Birmingham. So we managed to visit both of them. We then had lunch at the Pie Factory, which was fantastic as usual.
Today, an important event occurred. I met the new Chivers, the prodigal son aka the child of destiny. Well his nephew and god son to be precise. I have never met such an expressive baby, transfixed by Cumella and my scarf, it was an absolute joy to hang out with him, and was truly one of the highlights of the entire summer.
Had a night out with Team Red which was great, and went round to Zozo’s last week and watched the Summer School dvd with Mani and Bobbi. I still don’t know yet whether I will don the red activities shirt again. Maybe if I have a good team again.
Back to my own family now, and as usual my brother isn’t home. However, he’s not round his girlfriends but at university. Yes my little brother has started university. A few days before he moved in properly I got up at 5 in the morning and drove him down to Plymouth. He was asleep in the car leaving me with Mr Moyles for a few hours. Because the campus is in the city the police closed some of the roads temporarily so new students could park. This left us a window of two hours to unpack. Now me and my brother are very different, we get along but we are very different. I try and be optimistic, and he’s a miserable bastard. He’s not that bad really, he just moans a lot. However the moving in went pretty smooth and he sounds like he’s having an ok time.
My sister is back in Edinburgh in her new house with her big room, I ought to ring her. My cousin has started high-school and is settling in fine, and I am here, prepping for the PhD. I spent this morning organising finances and trying to find tutoring jobs, I got sent a load of stuff for teaching which has awakened my nostalgia for my undergraduate studies, so hopefully that will last me 3 years. I still don’t know what I want to do for the PhD, to tell you the truth there have been times over the last few weeks, when I’ve thought about not doing it. It’s not the challenge of 3 years, because that will go by in a blink of an eye, but my subject matter. Performative Walking? What the hell does that mean?
That question will be my starting point.
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