half an hour? i don't know, i think it was more. it felt like yoga for masochists by the end of it... but then i was "repenting" for something i did 2 nights ago... ****** off 6 times in the space of a few hours to rekindle the memory of that fatefall night in st. petersburg... i ended up with the superficial palmal branch aching (flexor / abductor pollicis brevis / opponens pollicis)... basically the grip... there is scaffold outside my window at the moment, the roof is being fixed... it's march and winter can still bite at you, esp. if you're a scaffold post in the night... i swear, it must have been like 40 minutes in this "yoga" pose... the concept of the anti-crucifix? it could have been it... buttocks perched on the windowsill, feet crossed propped onto the arm support on the chair... then the right hand gripping a scaffold bar, then leaning toward: what would be considered a dumb drunk trying to do theatre by falling off a windowsill... but **** me! scaffold posts in england and in march? you realise your hand can elevate itself to the sort of grip that a crocodile jaw is capable of... i was perched in this "yoga" pose for the already stated 40 minutes or so... i wasn't keen on impressing anyone in the vicinity spying on my in the night... in the meantime i read the article about cynthia nixon playing emily dickinson in her new movie... camilla long writing two critques at the movies, the films? personal shopper starring kirsten dunst... oh wait... stewar... and the revamp of beauty and the beast starring emma watson... then it got weird as my grip on the sub-zero metal pole of the scaffold tightened and i was still dangling on a "cliff" edge of the windowsill... (god, the things you do to write something, downing a raw egg and then jogging on a treadmill would probably imply more to the writing process... evidently i'm not that kind of person); the next article? diana vishneva complaining how current ballet dancers aren't gruelled to replenish the standards of tradition... she's 40 pushing to state: i'll be dancing till 60... if only footballers had the same optimism to knuckle-buck their craniums into another dive... oh right... soccer... apologies for the trans-atlantic confusion... tiptoeing into a foul tackle... i don't know this fetish with mermaids... i also fancied a ballerina... vertical splits... light as a feather... kama sutra 2.0 mermaids though? it's like this meme that was trending way back in 2008... two pictures... mermaid on one side... fish head with female genitals on the other... which would you pick? saying that... i've seen bolshoi productions... well... one... but one is enough after you've seen the english ballet theatre in the royal albert hall performing swan lake... more like a stampede of mutant centipedes... or just wildebeasts... but i blame the venue for the stomping, i could hardly hear the orchestra playing, but fair enough... the royal opera house probably has better surface... but then... the bolshoi production was pristine, nearing silence akin to cats prancing... what i am willing to consider is comparing the bolshoi to the mariinsky... i have no idea how the two would compare, first time i heard of this ballet house (pardon my ignorance if you have heard of it prior to me, today)... and then it was onto sarah crompton's article on the english national ballet... once again: i swear i heard a stampede of wildebeasts in the royal albert hall... i'm not sure... the surface was too hard? why was everyone clapping? i know that swans are a protected species of birds under their patron that the queen is... a bit like that gymnastics question... i just heard a ******* massive centipede wriggle with the number of swans on the dancefloor... they play tennis in this arena, so i don't know: too multi-purpose to allow a ballet performance? so back to the yoga pose... gripping the scaffold bar and leaning off a windowsill with my feet propped onto the arm support of the chair i'm currently sitting on... finally! the former pain in the arm moved toward the flexor carpi ulnaris... and that was the end of the "yoga" session... not that i feel guilty in the first place; just something that happened... funny... if i held onto the scaffold beam a little bit longer, i'd get to read pop album reviews: - james blunt (the afterlove) - spiral stairs (doris and the daggers) - the dime notes (the dime notes) - zara larsson (so good) - the jesus and the mary chain (damage and joy) what?! they're still active?! **** me... - spoon (hot thoughts) - charli xcx (number1angel).