Month: March 2015

Off to foreign lands

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Bay of Villefranche-sur-Mer

This morning, I’ll be flying off on my first overseas trip abroad for work. I’ll be visiting various middle eastern countries in order to recruit students for the university where I work.

It will actually be a number of firsts for me. First overseas trip for work. First overseas trip on my own – every time I’ve left the country before, I’ve been with a friend, family member or partner. First time in the middle east. First time that I’ve been away from Christine for more than two nights since we moved in together in November 2010.

It will be a busy week whilst I’m there – this isn’t some overseas jolly; I’ll be working every day without a break and with some overnight air travel. In all I’ll be taking 8 flights over the 8 days, with the longest at around 7 hours.

The countries I’m going to are significantly less liberal than Britain, with a very different culture. I’m hoping to spend part of the long flight over there reading about customs and things to do and not to do whilst out there.

I’ve been making use of TripIt to help with planning my itinerary (which runs to eight pages when printed – told you I’d be busy). I’ll do a full review later but being able to forward confirmation emails to have it build out your plans really helps.

I’m hoping that it’ll be a good experience, and, if it goes well, this will be the first of a number of overseas trips that I’ll get to make for work. I’m excited to go, but also a little daunted at just how much work I’ll have to do whilst there. That being said, my iPad is loaded up with books, magazines and Pocket articles to read as and when I’m stuck without internet access and need something to pass the time.

I’ve got a couple of blog posts queued up to appear whilst I’m gone, but I doubt I’ll have much spare time to post anything new whilst away. I’m hoping that I’ll have plenty to talk about on my return, next Friday. See you then.

A year without Dave

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It’s been a year to the day since I heard the news that one of my closest friends, Dave Jennings, had passed away suddenly.

It happened the day before he was due to play the role of the dentist in Little Shop of Horrors, so working with the same theatre group on Moby Dick this year brought back a lot of the memories from twelve months ago. Indeed, a page in this year’s programme was dedicated to him, appended with a quote from Terry Pratchett about death. It was rather cruelly ironic that Pratchett himself passed away last week as well.

Whilst I’ve lost friends and family before, Dave’s death affected more than any other. Part of it was its sudden nature; he hadn’t been ill, or been recently rushed to hospital. He was alive and well, then, a few minutes later, he wasn’t. The shock of it meant neither myself, Christine, nor our many mutual friends had any time to prepare for it emotionally like you do when someone is ill before they die.

But also, Dave was someone that I saw at least once every week. There are so many things that I used to do on almost daily basis suddenly had to be done without him. So his passing affected not just me, but many others who knew Dave so well.

Tonight, some of us will be having a few drinks to remember Dave, like we have on several occasions over the past twelve months. Because, for someone like Dave, one memorial just isn’t enough. I still miss him so much.

Don’t believe me, just watch

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I wear a watch on my right hand – even though I’m right-handed. It’s not a fancy watch – it’s analogue, and as well as telling me the time it also shows the day of the month (although it’s usually wrong). It doesn’t automatically adjust for daylight savings time, or have alarms. It doesn’t even have a stopwatch, which means that I, ironically, have to use my phone as a stopwatch, rather than my watch.

But it’s simple, and in the 3-4 years I’ve had it, the battery has only had to be replaced once after running out of charge. It doesn’t need charging, updating or to be in range of another device.

Yesterday Apple finally announced pricing and a launch date for its new smart watch. Brits can expect to pay £299 for the most basic model, with more expensive models available at prices that make my inner Yorkshireman cry. It can do all sorts of things, like display text messages, make and answer phone calls, manage your calendar, display maps and monitor your fitness, and you can install third-party apps to make it do even more. It’ll even work as a watch and display the time – which is kept up to date from internet time servers.

Which sounds all rather flash. But I won’t be buying one.

Having a smartphone has changed my life – indeed, I’ll soon be facing a week where I’ll have patchy internet access and I’m already trying to work out how I’ll manage. But I don’t think I need yet another device that does the things my iPhone can do.

And the battery life is a concern – it’s estimated to last 18 hours, so I’d need to charge it up every night. A big change from my current watch that needs a new battery every few years.

I’ve yet to be convinced about the need for a smart watch, but I’ll try to retain an open mind. I’m sure Apple will sell millions regardless.

Moby Dick! The Musical at the Bradford Playhouse

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The poster for Moby Dick the Musical at the Bradford Playhouse. It's on a purple background, with a chalk drawing of a happy whale on a green chalkboard.

Next week, Christine and I will be part of a production of Moby Dick! The Musical at the Bradford Playhouse, along with the rest of BUSOM – The Bradford University Society of Operettas and Musicals. Christine is the producer and has a minor acting role, and I will be a part of the technical team.

If you’re like me, then this may be the first time you’ve heard of a musical theatre adaptation of Herman Melville’s famous book. The musical version dates from the early 1990s – it had a brief run in London’s West End at the Piccadilly Theatre, but closed after a four month run due to poor reviews. Don’t let that put you off though.

Moby Dick! The Musical is essentially a meta-play – a play within a play. It follows the girls of St Godley’s School – faced with closure, they put on a performance of Moby Dick to raise money to save the school. Whilst the cast is predominantly female, the role of the headmistress/Captain Ahab is usually played by a male actor in drag.

Christine has been working on the show for months now and it’s been great to see it come together. There’s just a few more rehearsals before it opens on Thursday night, with further showings on Friday and Saturday.

You can buy tickets online – they’re £10 each, or £8 for concessions. If you’re local to Bradford, it would be great if you can come along and support the students who have worked so hard to put on this show. I hope I’ll see you there!