Things to do, so much time to do them in

I'm not exactly a Christmas Srooge or Bah-Humbug or whatever it is, but I really don't fancy Christmas shopping all that much.  It feels like a normal shopping session and as per usual I normally don't buy anything present-like.  Maybe because I usually go on my own, but this time I'm off with Joanne so things might be a little more interesting.  Mind, I've kind of told myself that it would just be a window shopping session, unless there really is something that tickles my fancy there-and-then.

Saturday sees me off into London Town to watch 'Shoot the Crow', an Irish-comedy theatre play starring James Nesbitt, Conleth Hill, Jim Norton and Packy Lee.  I'll be heading with our own little Miss Irish, Caroline (no, not as in Miss Ireland, although she is, well, you get the idea...) and a whole load of her friends, one or two I may know.  Can't wait actually - I've not been to a big-production theatre play in about 8-years (I went to University drama production a couple of years back which was good fun).

Monday sees me off to have a chat with an employee of a recruitment agency so that they can get a better picture of what jobs I'm looking for - apparently it's what they have to do as companies ask if they have seen us potential employees (probably soome sort of personality check thing to make sure us unemployed are a complete bunch of morons).

Tuesday sees me off to London Town again to watch the fabulous Mr Ben Folds, bashing it out on the piano once more in the UK.  For all I care, Folds could just sit there talking and play little side pieces and I'd still be thrilled to bits, because I've got so much admiration for his mad skills on the piano - he may be bettered by many others, but there's just something about his fun-loving playing that wins over (... erm... something).

And why am I telling you my plans for the up-coming week?  Because I've a memory like a sieve and won't remember, and this blog makes a god diary.