Well, I went to see Wolfae the other night, and another "yummy mummy" from the estate was there. I have seen this lady about since I began Uni', and like most all women I've met, to her monogamy is a species of tree. Anyway, I played some music to her, and told her how I felt about her (after several glasses of wine), stopping just short of reciting poetry I had written about her. Wolfae had a three week extension on her assignment (studying only a single level one module). I have never asked for a three week extension (I usually only ask for three days). She didn't get it in today, and hasn't done any studying, as she is "too busy" (I noticed that she's not "too busy" to use FB though). That's a typical sociologist for you though.
Anyhow, I am just about calming down about getting marked "Fail" on my end of module assessment. It is a blessing in disguise. Reading philosophy helps (not for study, just to increase in wisdom). I read today that Marcus Aurelius was not a fan of blogging, and advised against writing a diary. He reminds me of the late Dave Latham's take on Grant McCormick, imagining that his old man would say in a braw Scotch accent, "Keep yer own council!". I think he needs a hug and a nice cup of tea.
I am utterly down in the dumps about the abysmal rate of pay I get for gigging at the wishy-washy Red café. We had one good gig this year (for £250), and it was cancelled. So, I'm back on £20/week to live on, again. Soon I will be in rent arrears again, and if I don't go back to port l'calvert (do honest labour), then I will be out on the bare bones of my bottom again presently. I am in two minds about what to do. On the one hand, I do not relish the prospect of eating out of a dustbin again (id est: going back to work in a kitchen, where nobody is permitted to eat anything), and am more enthused about becoming a wandering minstrel again: no more tmas, no more mopping floors, just gig after gig, where I can talk about philosophy and Classical Studies with Didier again (he is the reason I began University in the first place). I know in my heart of hearts I should just accept my station as a ... mopper, and should not be toying with notions of being a musician, or a writer, or a translator, or a poet, or anything that does not involve washing up and scrubbing pots. In any case, I have everything I need to complete my application for financial support for my next couple of modules (Latin, yet again - fifth time lucky!) and The Roman Empire, but have not done so, as I expect to be in France again soon, with the way things are going.
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