The Artsy Honker

Monday: A four-hour-long meeting that basically ate the entire rest of my day. Oof. It was good, it was just... long and tiring.

Tuesday: My Evening Canticles were sung at the Chapel of St Mary Undercroft, Parliament, by ULCC Choir (in which I sing tenor, unless I'm singing alto). This was very nifty. I couldn't hang about afterward but I am told that the chaplain (one Revd Rose Hudson-Wilkin, who I believe liv encountered recently) was pleased, and that one person in the congregation asked if they could have Evensong every day. That latter strikes me as a bit odd as Westminster Abbey does, in fact, have Evensong most days. And it was good to see Nicholas O'Neill again, and I met a former member of the choir who is interested in hearing more of my work.

I then went and caught a train to Aberdeen. I think I like the concept of the Caledonian Sleeper more than the reality; and that is mostly because, well, I don't get a lot of sleep on it. I have been contemplating alternate names, like the Caledonian Lie-er Awake All Night, or the Caledonian Tosser; obviously these would be unsuitable for promotional purposes. But I think I am gradually settling on the Caledonian Dozer, as that was what happened last night; I dozed for a few hours, then gave up on trying to lie down and read a book for a while, and then dozed a bit again before the 6.30am breakfast call.

Tomorrow I have a supervision, a tutorial with Michael Zaugg, and there is a concert by Juice vocal ensemble in the evening. So I am attempting to take today gently; I'll mooch around town a bit longer, then when I'm allowed to check-in to where I'm staying I'll do that, hang up clothes so the wrinkles come out (they'll have been stuffed in a bag for 24h by then), have a nap, and then figure out whether there is a concert I'm suppposed to attend tonight as well.

Internet here is rather bitty, so I may end up posting this later.