This is, So, Not a conversation!
Working and travelling around the UK to company event days and functions could be viewed as a lonely business. However, I am a private person; if you notice, there is not too much about my home life in these blogs. Anyway, I am often alone, yet, never lonely.
However, it is often a pleasant change to be surrounded by lots of people.
The other night at 3 a.m. we had about twelve people around at the very tidy flat. Food was unclingfilmed and prepared (oh yes, rock and roll). Most of the people I knew well, but some, I had just met that evening.
Trapped in the middle of the room perched on the coffee table, I felt strangely disconnected; unusual for me, as I am generally up beat. No music, no TV, yet still the noise increased. It was as if, I was the centre piece at a Greek wedding. Theatrical people can be, how can I put this, oh yes, theatrical, that is the word. Who was listening to whom? I couldn’t work out which voice to concentrate on, as everyone was talking. This is not possible is it? Finally, after what seemed a long time, Zeb (one of the photographers for the fringe) stood up and verbalised my exact thoughts with a very loud “This is, So, Not a conversation”. Everyone stopped momentarily, then, proceeded just as loud. Zeb, with the look of a frustrated supply teacher who was retiring, just shrugged and laughed.
It made a change I suppose, although, it was a bit like a noisy way of not having a conversation in a hotel lounge.
Can you tell it is close to the end of the festival. I am off on my travels this weekend, firstly, to Knutsford Cheshire, then Newcastle and finally home to my lovely wife.
