I dragged myself out of bed at 11:20am, I planned on doing so earlier but the sleep was too valuable. My first action was eating cereal, next I planned on showering but I noticed my sister was about, I was afraid of her reaction so I put it on hold for a while but when it was no longer possible to wait, I headed to the shower. Just before I opened the door my sister simply said “dog”. I don’t recall replying.
It was around 12:36pm when I jumped on a train to catch my showing of “Wicked”. The train was crowded due to strikes and cancellations, I felt like fainting, possibly due to a lack of sleep. It took another 30 minutes to walk to the theatre, I was an hour early so took a walk around the block and then bought myself a McDonalds Chicken Legend burger meal. I rushed it, sat by a window, didn’t see anything interesting. The cardboard straw I used to drink the Coke Zero felt uncomfortable.
Collecting my ticket was problem free, the woman at the window asked for my name, I gave it along with the credit card I used to buy the ticket. She just checked the name and handed me my ticket, I felt the security was highly lax. The queues moved quickly and I found my seat even more swiftly. Front row, one off centre, better than sitting exactly central since the conductors head will be directly in front of me. I heard the stage was high but it was lower than Hamilton, I couldn’t see the performers footwear but that was my only complaint. Sat next to two older couples and used my phone to post on 4chan prior to the show and during the interview, time really drags at those points.
The show itself was mostly enjoyable, not on the level of “Hamilton” in any respect but it was amusing in parts, the acting was enjoyable, the songs were performed ably. The second act was far weaker than the first, while the first half covered the main characters younger days, the second act retells events from the film. The obvious high point was “Defying Gravity”, still could have blown me away further.
My back began to hurt midway through the show, nothing could be done to lessen the pain. On my way out of the theatre there was an exchange with a woman where I amusingly misunderstood a statement she made about the direction I must exit from. I took the bus home, wanted to get back sooner, I was only charged £0.10 for my bus ticket, the driver was a paki.
When walking home during the final step of my journey, I removed the hair tie holding my hair in a ponytail as my mother would be aggravated if she saw the sight again. At home my sister asked where I’d been, I responded with one word “dog”, she expressed offence and I explained my response. I moved into the kitchen, my mother offered me food, I refused but I ate it later. Also explained my issue with my sister and this resulted in an argument between my mother and sister.
I was too exhausted to do anything after all this so it was just YouTube and Frankie Boyle for me. There was an interruption when my father asked me to check house prices in the city, I did as he requested since it would be amusing to view his confusion at how not everywhere has house prices as low as the paki town we live in. My brother is still blowing a large sum in rent as he continues to live away from home, father is trying to get him to either return home or purchase him a home in the area he is currently living. I snapped at my father when he asked if I’d applied to any jobs, it’s such a moronic question, the most annoying aspect though is that regardless of the answer we can’t have a meaningful conversation on the topic due to his lack of command of the English language.
Human Garbage 