I've walked more in the past two days than I have in months. Suddenly we have lovely weather; we went from piles of snow to sunny T-shirt temperatures in only a few days. I've walked to work and back, walked to two banks and back, and did my full programme of weights and yoga. I'm physically exhausted, but in a good way.
So I visited
maaseru with
maaboroshi this evening and persuaded them to watch
Any Dream Will Do with me, parts 2 and 3. Now, keep in mind that none of us are into watching reality shows, ever. But one of us (that would be me) has an unquenchable passion for
John Barrowman, who is one of the judges on the show, and a love of musical theatre, and the other two were feeling indulgent. Or at least curious. The show follows the auditioning for Andrew Lloyd Weber's coming production of
Joseph and the Technicolour Dreamcoat, whittling down prospective Josephs till there's only one. Lots of eager young British men who want to be stars of the West End. Lots of tears (worse than
Torchwood) and actorly angst.
So we all got into it and were arguing the merits of Chris C. vs Ben and whether it was rigged and how talented Seamus was and how personable Keith was and so on. We flinched when the guys screwed up and were impressed when they didn't. And speaking for myself - we started to care about the results.
We thought that John Barrowman got and gave the best hugs. I wanted to put a sign on him saying
hug magnet. Total agreement that he looks good in glasses.
So now I've been told to bring the next episode with me to watch after dinner on Sunday.
I guess they didn't hate it.