My shirt turns blue
And I have a hard-on
I cannot go on
With my shirt
Softly sodden by color of your eyes.
Rants and Raves by Vahid Evazzadeh
نک و ناله ها ی ِ وحید عوض زاده
Forth & Fifth Day
I was waiting for a package from Amazon.co.uk but figured out that the mailman just left a note and I have to go to the post office to pick it up. The package contains Augusto Boal’s Games for actors and Non-actors and a DVD collection of three Sergei Eisenstein’s movies. It’s been ages that I wanted to have this DVD. (Now I got it! I went and picked up my stuff at the Royal Mail this morning.)
After lunch I left hotel to meet Paul, one of Ur-Hamlet actors. I made a mistake and went to a wrong address and then also got off at a wrong station and everything got pretty much complicated. Now I think it is very easy to go around in London, because the underground is just greatly planed. But yester I gained the experience of how awful it could be to be fuck-knows-how-many-meters-under-the-ground when you are just not on the right track. I met Paul 50 minutes later. We had coffee and a nice chat and then went to the Warehouse Theater to see Love and Human Remain which turned to be very cheesy. But again I am happy to be able to see all these different stuff in London and meet different people.
Before the show began, Paul and I sat in theater’s bar for a drink. It was my first drink since I left Denmark. Actually I do not have the need to drink in here. It was fine yesterday to have double Gin-Tonic just for refreshment, but I can do without drinking as much as I do in Denmark where it seem compulsory to drink all the fucking time because there isn’t any other thing to do.
Anyways, the bar at the theater was too bloody smoky and with the little bit of a cold that I had it was torturous. However I lost my voice and I think it is due to last night’s smoke. I can hardly speak or the sounds I am capable of producing at the moment has little to do with human voice.
After post office, I went to the supermarket and then to the pharmacy and bought some Voicezone pills that is supposed to clear my voice up. So far I still sound like that fucking kinky creature in the Lord of The Rings.
I was gonna meet an Iranian friend this evening, but guess I’d better stay in and watch El Mariachi since that doesn’t require any talking from my side!