Day 24 (20.vii.08)
Fantastic, isn’t it – the two days I choose to spend crouched over my laptop looking at hostels and planes are the first two days of rainfall Toronto has seen in week, months almost. So instead of feeling resentful and miserable about being trapped inside, I actually felt incredibly smug about it, while the street outside was steadily being turned into the sixth Great Lake. My entry will again be rather short, compensated for I would hope by my epic rant about the economy earlier on today, because other than that and trawling the internet some more, little else of interest actually took place. I’ve finally booked everything, at a cost of part of my sanity and most of my student loan – flight to NY, a week in NY, week in DC, two weeks in Boston, half a week in NY again, flight to Toronto, half a week in Toronto again, flight back to London. Looks wonderfully simple, doesn’t it? What it doesn’t really reflect is the PAIN AND BOREDOM sorting all this out inflicted on me. And by the time I’d finished it, everything but Rabba was shut, so going outside was not only wet but pointless.
Instead, I reverted to YouTube and online chats with some old friends – Bill Bailey’s Cosmic Jam, and Dhan S chastising me about not eating enough fruit and attempting to discover the meaning of life, the universe and everything respectively. Needless to say, our progress on the latter course has been a little, shall we say, modest; but he will doubtless be pleased to know that I bought some apples and bananas when I ventured to Rabba about an hour ago. Now, I have a highly attractive five-in-one su doku to complete, oh and a crossword as well, after I’ve done watching Top Gear. And just to note that I did end up watching Last Choir Standing yesterday evening – and though two of my favourites, the Alleycats and Dreemz, got knocked out, I managed to predict all the results rather accurately, and my tip for next week’s stand-out choir has got to be the Welsh dragons of Only Men Aloud. But the City of Bath Male Choir are so clearly going to win the whole thing – their MD has a phenomenal attitude to music and performing; he’s the only person outside of my private musical circle who I’ve heard say that every performance should sound as if it’s the first time the piece has ever been played, and as if it’s the only way the piece should ever be played. And if they do that, then they’ve got my vote almost before they’ve opened their mouths.
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