As you can see, Helen has enlightened me about titles. I read ‘Title’ as ‘Name’ hence the unimaginative headings to date, forgive me.
Writing in the little 5.30 green tea break and girding my loins for settee removals. Hoping we can persuade our friends from BTCV who are kindly picking up some of our unwanted furniture for their excellent new allotment meeting room/shed in Springburn that the 1st floor settees might be to their liking. These settees have been fine for film viewing and workshopping purposes and we were happy to see them when they arrived but they have driven most of us to tears at some stage. They are inordinately, unfeasibly heavy.
Most of us are used to the rigours of Women’s Librarianship involving humping huge boxes, projectors and badgemaking ironmongery up and down ladders, emptying water butt loads of leakages, doing general furniture removals to make a cinema from a storage area, an exhibition space from an archive and toting donations of wood, bales of cuttings, kindling and confectionary. But these settees have scorned our best efforts requiring at least three librarians to shunt HALF of one side (they are mercifully cut into two halves) inch by inch to any new destination.
I similarly bid a very fond farewell to the heap of large terrazzo tiles that still languishes on the 5th floor. Having moved the tiles from Dalhousie Lane to Hill Street, from Hill Street to the 4th floor and from the 4th to the 5th we have drawn a line. We are fortunately part of a community of hoarders in Trongate and if Eduardo (Mr. Sharmanka of the kinetic sculpture workshops on the 2nd floor) doesn’t want to reincarnate them as a pedestal for a gruesome but painstakingly naturalistic, allegorical tableaux then I am sure they will evaporate in minutes when placed in our lane of a thousand starving artists.
Hope everyone appreciates the introduction of paragraphs…thanks for the tip Helen.
