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Diary
of a Lazy Playwright
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24th February, 2002Praise be to the god of Sainsbury's! (other supermarkets selling sugary processed foods are also available) I can now eat treacle pudding, crisps and chocolate as my exercise and diet regime is now on hold. Trips to The Soho and Derbyshire now finished. I can now eat, think and be merry. For a short while. As The Soho want to see me for a one day intensive in March. Amongst the mail waiting for me was a missive from the doctor's surgery saying a Tetanus shot was due. Whoop di doo! Seizing the day and the treacle pudding, I found I could fly without the aid of an aeroplane. Now have to see the devil incarnate - that is the dentist. Rang the doctor to see exactly where this shot is injected - remembrances of Carry On films telling me it wasn't in the arm. It's in the arm. Said I'd ring back to make an appointment. She was trying to get me in that week, the fiend, but being a past master at avoiding doctors and dentists, I swerved that one. Wrote four more pages of the radio play and had two pieces of toast with strawberry jam to celebrate. Rang dentist. Have to re-register as I haven't been back for over fifteen months (four years actually) although getting in for an appointment was a major logistical problem I'm thinking of handing over to the NASA boys. I gave up. Tooth isn't causing me that much pain now and I can't see myself needing a tetanus jab in a hurry - can germs get past five layers of hand cream and body lotion? I'll just wear gloves and eat eggs. I'll be fine. Have renewed my interest in 'Secret' nucleur bunkers and underground military installations. Partner Howard may call it an obsession but I don't. Pefectly natural interest: can't think of anything more fascinating than going into a bunker built in the event of nucleur war. In fact, at the minute I can't think of anything else. After digging out my book on one that is quite near to us, I email the author to see if there are still any organised visits for people of my persuasion. An internet search tells me there is a society for people like me. Might get into some bunkers not open to the public this way. Years ago living in London I used to try and work out where the disused tube stations were. They're still down there - and a tourist attraction yet to be exploited, methinks. I'll probably end up writing something about an underground bunker, have no plans or even ideas, but I can tell it's on the agenda. With everything else I'm writing and researching I just might have to write that one in my sleep. Looking forward to my birthday treat of a trip to Hack Green 'secret' nucleur bunker in Cheshire. Went last year in the height of the foot and mouth crisis and there was only one other couple walking around it's vastness. Bliss. You could almost touch the atmosphere. I remember the doctor's and dentists' surgery down there. The only section that was truly claustrophobic. Hospital beds and steel trolleys, and a dentists chair that was grey and reached back and up with some very nasty looking implements on a glass trolley. Tooth feeling MUCH better now. Looking out of the window at the rain hail sleet and snow and decided to change the setting of my radio play to an underground bunker. Bingo! That was the angle I was looking for. Celebrated with a cream cake and a coffee... I can fly I can fly I can fly... Lynne Harvey
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