Box man

Last night I went to see Noise Ensemble with my Mum at the local theater.
And that's an actual theater. A stage on which live performances are had, with amateur actors and musicians that are not prerecorded and run from a projector or paid ridiculously large sums of money.
A few months ago I saw a performance of taiko drummers at the same venue, I really thought they were great and would definitely go to see them again. Setting out yesterday I didn't expect the Noise Ensemble to thrill me as much as the taiko drums samurai beat did, but having an intro with techno tuned synths backing their main drums was a pretty well played maneuver to grab my attention, I wouldn't be surprised if I saw that particular piece again on a trailer for another Matrix film.
The second song was more drum dependant. If I were transported back in time and placed at the front of an army, clad in armor with broadsword in hand and asked to charge down a hill at another force of thousands of vicious, savage and ferocious enemy soldiers, I would do in an instant if that second beat was being drummed up behind me. It really was quite an emotional number for me.
The troupe was made up of surprisingly young people, and some quite foxy little ladies. And as such some of the performances were quite humorous, while this is all well and good I think I would have preferred if they were to exchange a couple of the comedy sets for more serious performances. One part of the set consisted of two of the guys playing xylophones together, and I thought it was an absolutely beautiful melody that was played with a lot of talent, I would have enjoyed hearing more of that and seeing less triangle related antics as they proved themselves to be very talented musicians.
In all, it was quite assuredly an enjoyable show which I would happily watch again.

Today I went for a little tour around the Argos warehouse, it was really a complete waste of time and it achieved absolutely nothing other than embedding the mundanity of the job we're applying for into our minds. But I don't mind, the warehouse is massive and really reminds me of Dead Rising, they've got the radio playing nice and loud, I can wear whatever I want, I don't think I'd mind at all being left to get on with my tasks for four hours a day from Monday to Thursday. And as it's from 6 'till 10 it fits perfectly into my diabolically off-kilter sleeping pattern, happy times.

Get-togethers today and tomorrow, officially bidding farewell to the uni students.
Of course it's more of a 'see ya later', as I fully intend on crashing all of their uni's fresher parties and making as many valuable contacts throughout England as possible. Todays uni students are tomorrows ruling class elite, I've got to make sure that they'll remember me when they're at the top.