Zone

This swimming malarkey is so much easier when you can get into the zone and then with a free and clear mind, the effort needed to drag your seemingly weightless body through the water becomes minimal. And, occasionally, as if by osmosis, simply going from poolside to pool can enter you into this zone. Now, I don't know what they'd done to the water at my swimming pool today but I hardly entered this zone at all. I think theyd put summat in the water. Like treacle. And a lot of it. The simplest explanation would be the many kilogrammes of French cheese, croissants, baguettes, merguez sausage and the like that I have consumed in recent weeks, along with the countless bottles of those little French might-as-well-have-another-one-they're-so-tiny-anyway-it's-hardly-like-drinking-at-all lager. But that would be too easy, far too easy. It was the water, I'm convinced.

Out in the evening for a couple more bits of theatre at The Traverse again.

Ten Plagues performed by Marc Almond, a music theatre piece with libretto by Mark Ravenhill all about the great plague of 1665. Now, I went along with it and thought it was terrific and it just got better and better as it went on. My two companions for this one were a little less enthusiastic. Just seen one describing it as "Odd. Not sure." on her Facebook page this morning and the other, well she really didn't like it one bit. But, with hand on heart, I can honestly say that I really liked it and at times it was pure theatre filled with excitement and surprise.

The Wheel was a little more of a mixed bag. I never really got into the flow of it, it was all very ambitious and on a large scale with big themes about history and conflict but just a bit too much for me. I think over the years I've come to admire the simpler productions more.

Music - it's an obvious one perhaps, given who I saw performing, but in slightly obtuse fashion, I'm not going for that song but the 7" B-side instead.