Hairy

Over the weekend, Saturday to be exact, I traveled to Birmingham to watch a play launch the British Red Cross's annual conference. It was a play I had written with a friend, hence my presence, and so at 10am I sat with 650 people, as they laughed at our words (it was meant to be a comedy). As I watched the transference of page to stage, I felt happy, happy that somehow, despite my usual indifference and ignorance, we had managed to contribute something to what these people are doing, not intentionally, not through some glorious self-sacrifice, rather that something that I had done for mostly selfish reasons was actually being used for a real good. I sat there humbled and grateful. Anyway this morning I found myself seated before 20 Toni and Guy students as my friend Efi snipped away demonstrating a radial point trim or something. She needed a model for the class so I saved myself the cost of an unaffordable and ultra cool haircut. I'm not saying the two are connected, I'm not saying I believe in any cosmic Karmic reaction, but it's nice to be a piece of the jigsaw.