Stuff, catching up, musing, High Society

First, most important : Wicked. 27th September. Apollo Victoria. :hyperventilates:

Saturday, meet up with the nutters of lj planned in evening, so I decided to check what ticket prices were for matinees. Billy Elliot was frightening, High Society was 25 quid for stalls, so went to that. For miniosiris, the review boils down to ( review )

Pre-musical, pottered around galleries as had three hours to kill. Photographer's Gallery, temporary or environmentally-blending in structures. not bad. National Portrait, Schweppes Photo prize - some good stuff in there, and as usual, the ones that won the top prizes were not the ones people liked or found interesting, or that the gallery was using in the promo material. National Gallery, Tom Hunter's latest exhibition.( Tom Hunter )

Went to Dress Circle and bought a 'de-lovely' t-shirt from Anything Goes, and had a natter with a bunch of girls about 'argh, why are there so few fitted t-shirts, we are not American tourists who require XXL!'

I can report that the dinner at Savoir Faire on New Oxford Street was lovely, had a lot of traipsing around covent Garden/Shaftesbury to find a cash machine and a bar - All Bar One is frankly crap for spirits, they're all insane, mentioning Sean Bean can stop any conversation at the dinner table, and yes, they're all insane. Met Anna and Drew on the train home.

Sunday, up, canapes, guests arrive, over-eat to a ridiculous extent, tidy and wash up at 8pm - ended two hours earlier than usual due to people being away - and crashed, absolutely bloody knackered.

Slightly on tenterhooks about certain pressies that haven't arrived but were ordered over t'internet and need to be mailed to other parts of the country. These people will just have to get them late.

comicses

I haven't picked them up in over a month. I'm looking at the solicits (One Year Later is causing me pain), and what people are telling me, and most of my mainstream stuff I'm less and less inclined to pick up. Especially if they're goign to be fucking with some of my favourite characters for the sake of crisis. Really. I'm just not that enthused. Considering dropping most of them at this rate because I was becoming less interested as it was...

Work and weddings

Cards and collections regularly go round the office. Birthdays, leaving, that kind of thing. This time, it was a card for Theo. Me and Gemma were puzzling over it, since none of the messages *seemed* like 'hope the baby is fine' ones (she's preggers). Then someone said that she was getting married. See us go 'oh'. Because suddenly the messages made sense. And the girl's name they were using.

Me : '...Theo's a lesbian?'
Gem : 'Didn't you know?'
Me : 'Never thought about it. When's the wedding, then?'
Gem : 'Claire'll know, she's the one sent round the card.'

Just makes me - oh, I dunno. Content? Everyone I've met who talks about one happening to someone they know are just happy for the couple. The papers are going on about Elton John's stag night and party after. Partially because of this whole silly 'civil partnership' phrase they use. *Everyone* refers to them as marriages. They don't ask when someone is getting partnerised, they asked when they're getting married. The media talk about marriages, the public talks about them as marriages. I think it's just a few idiots who insist that the word marriage is sacred and a religious thing. As far as the rest of the country's concerned, it's just the word you use when two people are legally bound together. Because last I looked, more people got married at registry offices than religious ceremonies. Marriage is marriage, it's got nothing to do with religion, and it's less unwieldy as a phrase than 'civil partnership'. Which is why everyone uses it. I bet you the phrase is going to be phased out within a couple of years anyway.

But... y'know, content. Very little fuss, most people just going 'oh, so-and-so is getting married' and the reaction in the media to Elton John getting married is about the same - actually less fussy - than when Posh married Becks. Except for jokes about how they're glad David Furnish organised the decor for the party rather than Elton, since can you imagine the sight if it'd been Elton let loose?