It's a Saturday night, and the sun has long since set. The movie 'Silver Streak' is running in another window to the right, and all is very sedate. It's nice to be sedate on occasion, after all, even if it is enforced by extreme quietude. Oh, such enforced silence! It was wonderful.
It's going to be a very busy few weeks ahead, as PGCE interviews, a wedding and even literacy and numeracy tests creep into the near future. It's actually funny that a PhD with a thesis and a submitted article to his name, as well as more than four hundred and fifty incoherent blog posts, has to take literacy tests, but taken they shall be. It has been so long since my last test that I'm not even sure if I remember how to do them. Maybe the stress will sweep down and everything will go blurry? Maybe an asteroid will hit the test centre? Maybe I'm really illiterate and this has all been a sham? You readers probably guessed that already, all two of you. Well, one of you, maybe.
You won't find many people who will wax nostalgic about exams, but here in this author there is at least one. Exams were always wonderful, with one horrible exception, and it is weirdly nice to be able to sit a couple more. Of course, that's an attitude you would expect from someone who has never failed an exam in his life, and is now seemingly boasting about it on a blog. How's that for an ego? How ironic it all is, considering an interview record so appalling that no-one would ever believe it! Ah well, this is all just autobiographical nonsense. These interviews will be different, surely.
As Richard Pryor makes his debut in the movie, and all inspiration flies into the dark silent night after a day of letter writing and general mental exertion, it's time to stop and eject from the world of correspondence once again. This 'Silver Streak' is actually a pretty good film, better than I remembered. Go, Gene Wilder, go.
O.
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