Eezee Trapeze

I only usually update this blog when I have something interesting to say, and since the main point of its inception was to charter my various fads and passing interests, I thought it was worth telling everyone that I just got bored and signed up for a 5 week course called Eezee Trapezee. I feel it's only fair, especially as I didn't mention the block of Argentine Tango lessons I did in March.

Moving on...

Eezee Trapezee runs at Firhill Sports Complex (Glasgow, yes) and involves learning some circus shit or something - I've know idea, we'll find out when I get there. It was a toss up between booking that or just Yoga, until the superhero potential of learning to do cool aerial rope stuff was pointed out to me. The key line for me was "no strength or flexibility required" as I can barely touch my knees. The only flexibility I have is being able spend my afternoon finding a ridiculous course to go and book.

But, in a week where one of my friends went out and bought a parrot to satisfy an unquenchable thirst for exotic animals and another woke up on Sunday and decided to just go buy a Nissan Figaro, I feel I have dropped behind somewhat on the spontaneity spectrum. In order to fully catch up, I'd probably still need to just walk out of my house and get on a flight to... Jakarta... but the thing about too much spontaneity is that you'd never have anything to look forward to.

Much of this has come from the fact that: the Glasgow Comedy festival is over and I have vowed to take at least two weeks off gigging/watching comedy and going out and drinking too much, and that other than modelling a fairly sweet Sonomatic Pipe Scanner, I've been somewhat dead at work for April - so I need interesting stuff to fill my time.

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I went through a phase two weeks ago of going to Mitchell Library every afternoon and pretending to do important research along with all the other scholars and students that populate the desks there. One day I read the entire script to the second series of "I'm Alan Partridge", the next I read a magazine about writing - which is a bit like drinking a glass of water in the shower.

Then last week I had a dream that I should write a book called "Ciara from Skytown". No idea where that one came from, but I loved the sound of it and pictured the main character as being like Little My from The Moomins, but much more introverted and intelligent.

I started writing down some ideas and stuff, then I even had a go at just diving in and starting it, but I have completely lost interest now. If anyone has any cool ideas for such a title - fax me. The story so far goes that she gets on a train.

The point that I've just started making in the last two paragraphs is that I can not do anything interesting or productive without there being consequences for not doing it. I have always known this, but occasionally stray from the path to try and prove myself wrong, but it never works out in the long run.

If I'm to model a Sonomatic Pipe Scanner, I need someone to tell me give me a deadline, and not pay me if I miss it.
If I'm doing stand-up comedy, I need gigs booked. I need a specific time to be prepared for, so that I don't look like a dick.
If I'm writing a book based on a title I dreamt, I either need a publishing deal or a gun pointed to my head bollocks.
Ergo, if want to be a trapeze artist, I need to take a bloody course, run by someone else, with dates, and times, and prices, that will bloody teach me how to do it or I'm £40 worse off and have nothing to talk about!

And that would all make so much sense if I did want to become a trapeze artist. But I honestly just want to go so there might be some weird people I can laugh it.