It's been hot for the last few days (a high of about 27 degrees today). Whilst I like a bit of sun, I cannot be out in it for longer than few minutes before I start feeling very strange. Worse than that, though, is the humidity, which makes me sweat buckets and have about as much energy and motivation as a teacup (why I suddenly have the motivation to update a half-abandoned blog, I really couldn't tell you). Further reasons for making me despise this heatwave include having to get un-air-conditioned trains and tubes almost every day; people yelling and screaming outside our flat all evening; and the fact that heat makes my face and head throb with pain.
On the up side, I went to the theatre today for the first time in ages (well, since April). Luckily
public transport was kind to me and
Maxine this time. We saw
Hangover Square at the Finborough Theatre. It's a tiny, extremely intimate space. In this heat it was akin to sitting in a large oven. But thankfully the play more than compensated for the copious sweating by being very good. In fact, it was essentially about a man's obsession with a woman he couldn't have, and the atmosphere of desperation and intensity very much suited the oppressive space. Patrick Hamilton, whose novel the play is based on (and which I now really want to read), was a local of Earl's Court and set the play there, giving it an added appeal.
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On another (although equally sweaty) note, Race for Life was a few weeks ago and I managed to finish it in about 35 minutes. I ran (well, jogged) quite a bit of it, although got a stitch quite frequently and had to walk. Quite annoying. It would be good to keep up the running (although I haven't been since the Race). I need some way of keeping fit, and I think running suits me relatively well (the thought of going to a gym makes me recoil in fear).
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@supermashriq - Indeed. (Actually I think that would have been quite an effective way of making me run the whole thing).