" If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourself into stitches, follow me."

I broke my Shakespeare virginity last night with nisaba and melston and went to see Twelfth Night at the Cambridge Shakespeare Festival. I wasn't sure quite what I was expecting, I was sort of worried that - since they were using the original scripts - I'd not be able to keep up with the dialogue.

My fears, however, were needless. The cast was fantastic, particularly the lady playing Feste who really stole the show. The acting was superb, although they had stayed to the original scripts sufficent injection of expression and modern quirks made it very accessable. I found myself laughing at both the adaptive modernisation as well as, so help me, Shakespeares original jokes.

All in all I heartily recommend that if you're in the area you take an evening out to see one of the plays while the festival is running; I'm off to see Midsummer Nights Dream sometime next month and am already looking forward to it.

I iz now officially kultured.

Work snippets

A productive meeting...

Colleague: This is product so we assume the worse.
Colleague 2: It's validation so we assume the worse.

Me: My mailbox is beginning to infringe on my mp3 space, it's annoying.

Colleague: It should be part of persons job.
Colleague 2: Put his initials against it, see if he notices.

Me: So you're putting your name against the item so you can choose someone else to do it?
Colleague: Yes.
Me: Cunning.

Colleague: Are we happy to leave this item with noones name against it?
Me: I'm happy because it's not me.