Crucify!

I've had an old friend from Leicester up for the weekend, and we've just got in from a joint performance of Stainer's Crucifixion. You might remember me talking about the possibility of the performance this time last year. It was actually much better than I thought it would be, save for the dying tenor and the shite organist. The conductress was more than competent though, and the atmosphere was wonderful. I just wish that there could be more cross-parish interaction, particularly with music. In the light of falling church numbers, broadly irrelevant and unimportant as I consider that phenomenon, it is surely just natural behaviour to retrench and join together. This, I suppose, is a survival method.

Last night I went to a German play with Stuart, Michael and my friend from Leicester. Somehow, in spite of my overall dearth of friends, I managed to meet virtually all of them in one night. There was the large girl on my course, and then the drunk normal-sized girl on my course, lots of Stuart's coursemates, one of our friends from last year who came over from Leeds, one of last year's flat mates, etc. I also saw my friend from school, and it was really good to see him. I have been missing everyone recently, and it reminded me what good friends I will, hopefully, always have. They always say you make your best friends at university, but I've not been as close to anyone, except Stuart, as I have been to TEB and SS. I think I will probably always feel something so profound about our friendship that even the very thought of their handwriting will bring a lump to my throat. TEB and I will be graduating this time next year (give or take), and we will both be twenty.

Meanwhile, my driving test is coming up and insurance quotes have ranged between £1800 and £5500, which is a positive vomitation. The world may make me feel nauseous most of the time, but sometimes I can't help but love how wonderful everything is in its total fallibility.