I think the past two weeks have drained everything from me, I am still exhausted all the freaking time.
It’s getting frustrating.
Here are the songs I’m l-o-v-i-n-g this week
Streets of Paris – The Teenagers
Southwark, Late 2007
Sunshine
&
Rain

The Millennium Bridge & the Tate Modern.
p.s. The Blue Fin Building can be seen in this photo. Looking like a little addition to the Tate Modern’s glass top floor, it protrudes either side of the Chimney.
p.p.s. I might have to stop this segment. It makes me sad. Wistful, wishful. If only I still lived in Southwark.
This is the latest straw piled on top of me.
The package includes possible moves to prevent the families of skilled migrants working in Britain and restricting skilled migrants to taking jobs only in occupations with shortages.
…
Smith signalled that raising the qualification levels for tier 1 – the most highly skilled migrant route – could cut the numbers from 26,000 to only 14,000 a year. The new criteria will require a master’s rather than a bachelor’s degree and a job offer with a minimum salary of £20,000 rather than £17,000.
Craig and I will be effected by these changes. Wholly and completely. They will make it near on impossible for us to get the visas we’ve been dreaming about.
I have a bachlor’s degree, not a master’s, and Craig would be applying as the family of a migrant. We would be ineligible.
We are ineligible. I cannot think of this as something which might not happen. I can’t deal with the hope.
Perhaps we can apply now, before the changes get rolled through, and just wait …
Either way we have to reassess what we are going to do with the next five years of our lives, where we will live, what we will fill our days with, how I will cope being in New Zealand when everyday already feels like torture, like a waste.
And personally, while I can stand objectively and say that I understand the changes that are being brought forward in light of the economic climate, I think the reason they are tightening the points-based system has a lot to do with the European Union
The points-based immigration system does not cover the movement of workers from within the European Union to Britain but official immigration figures to be published on Tuesday are expected to confirm that the number of Poles and other eastern Europeans coming to work continues to fall, especially since the decline of the pound against the Euro.
They can’t touch the European migrants and so have piled it all upon the rest of us.
Britain seems to forget that Australia and New Zealand are part of their commonwealth.

Sunday
I fell incorrectly at rehearsal and my wrist made its displeasure known.

Monday
Stuck on the train three times as long as usual.

Tuesday
Opening night! Even my list of things to remember has a Shakespearean bent.

Wednesday
Wellington Architecture, a building near my office on Lambton Quay.

Thursday
Routine. I sit outside the school for 30 minutes and run over my lines.

Friday
Sitting in our Green Room as the torrential rain drove us indoors.

Saturday
I walked onto the wharf instead of sitting outside the school as I was quite a bit early. It was beautiful. Then Ray and Theo accosted me into going into the pub so I didn’t get to go over my lines at all!
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Seriously tired AND with a teeny tiny egg on my forehead. Can you see it? it’s about an inch above my right eyebrow.
London, 29 September 2007
Borough Market
Craig and his beloved Roast
and finally? Southwark Cathedral
p.s. SO TIRED. The Taming of the Shrew opened tonight! Come along!
Where: Muritai School Yard, Eastbourne
(Outside but moves inside in poor weather)
When: 7.30 p.m. Tuesday 17 to Saturday 21 Feb
Tickets: $15, $12 (concession) & $10 (Fringe Addict/child)
Dymocks Bookseller, Lambton Quay
Rona Gallery, Eastbourne
Door sales from 7 pm
Booking line: 0832 77790
Sometimes Twitter is very very good, like when @stephenfry is stuck in a lift, but when it is bad? it is horrid.
I tweeted away this evening as I was stuck on the train, and they have still not arrived on twitter itself.
Sigh.
At least the view while stuck at Ngauranga was quite nice.
So, naturally, I amused myself by taking photos.
Four trains and 1.5 hours after getting on the train at Wellington, we made it home.
FUCK.