So, on Friday night I went to Little St Mary's church to see the_alchemist's play. Despite having read a first draft of the script in advance, I hadn't realised it was actually about Little St Mary's (the saints in the stained-glass windows in the play were the same ones as in the church's real windows).

Watching the play involved a very strange change of emphasis from reading the script. When I read the script, the fundamental reality of what I was doing was reading a script, which meant I saw the whole thing as a play which just happened to have a religious theme. But seeing it performed in a church, with many of the actors spending a lot of the time standing in prayerful attitudes, and with music at various points for voice and church organ, shifted the emphasis such that I had the strong impression of attending a church service which just happened to be in the form of a play. Very weird experience ... But I certainly enjoyed it, though I wished I'd sat a little closer to the front because the acoustics weren't all they could have been.

After that, I went home and for some reason didn't get to sleep until past 3am. No idea why; I wasn't upset, or stressed, or preoccupied with any particular thoughts, I just didn't happen to feel sleepy. Woke up at 7am in much the same frame of mind, wondering what had happened. An hour or so after that, I had a sudden blinding revelation on a computer-related subject, which was so amazing I bounced around the house on pure adrenaline for two hours desperately trying to think of someone who'd be awake early on Saturday morning so I could ring them up and enthuse to them about it (nobody sprang to mind); so I suppose it's possible my subconscious had been working on that for the previous twelve hours and hadn't bothered to tell me about it. It'd seem a bit odd, though.

And last night mobbsy celebrated his birthday, which involved a trip to the Ugly Duckling for Chinese food followed by returning to Relativity to drink and natter. So that was nice too, at least until Friday night's inexplicable failure to sleep properly caught up with me and I bailed out early by means of a convenient lift home from ewx.

At one point last night I got mildly laughed at for not wanting to hear spoilers about the new Bond film. Pah, I say to the laughers. Certainly I don't expect there to be much plot to spoil, but if there are going to be humorous references to other films, they're going to derive most of their amusement value from their unexpectedness, so it seems not unreasonable to want them to be unexpected... I wouldn't have minded nearly so much about plot spoilers. Bah.