Who Tom Johnston was… I went to Greenock to see The Electrifying Mr Johnston on Saturday night – not initially for the subject matter, but in support of the playwright, chum and former colleague Robert Dawson Scott. What I found was the fascinating story of a man I’d never heard of told with charm and energy. In the absence of any deeper theatrical wisdom, my measure of a good show is whether I forget that it’s people on a stage saying their words and get wrapped up in the story. In this case, I did – and I learned something too. It’s still on tour.
You get a seat at the back of the train… I usually loiter at the other end of the platform in the theory that getting on at the front means I’ll be through the barriers first at the other end. Thereby setting myself up for a spectacular day. Usually, this means standing and swaying for the 15 minutes from my station to Glasgow trying to convince myself that it’s an opportunity to improve my balance. Yesterday, in the interest of shaking things up, I took myself to the other end. And, guess what? You get a seat. Arriving soothed was worth getting to my desk approximately 45 seconds later than I did last week. There’s probably a life lesson in there somewhere…
Less is more (again) … The clutter has been getting me down once more (or still…) It is so much more than an irritation that stops you finding things. PME (Precious mental energy) is spilt every time you have to look at irrelevant and annoying things. It’s true – and I’m sure there’s some actual science somewhere to back it up. This book is Cait Flanders’ story of dealing with the too much in her life. While I’m not quite ready to ban shopping altogether, it’s definitely time for a trim. You can imagine how excited the rest of the family were when I declared it a decluttering weekend? And, how thrilled they’re going to be when I tell them that it was so successful we’re going to do it again this week?