Had quite a good day yesterday. I went up to Glasgow Cathedral yesterday to try and get some inspiration for my design for Pericles. I love old Cathedrals. They are just stunning. It's so cool how they managed to build things like that without the technology we now have and they built something then that surpasses what we build today. It's still breathtaking after hundreds of years. Design wise I want to bring Cathedral architecture into my design. I want to bring in the sense of light and dark there is in cathedrals. You have these massive dark spaces with dark stone and then the light pours through the windows and makes these shapes appear on the stone floors. The problem I'm going to have though is budget. I don't want to focus entirley on that just now because I want to let my ideas go where they want to but it's always at the back of my mind what is financially possible. That's the challenge but that's what's good for us suppose.

I also went to Mr Mackay's Travel Club yesterday. Normally I enjoy it but this week it kind of freaked me out. I don't think I'm really that comfortable thinking about and going into all that personal shit with a group of people I don't know very well and I definitely don't to share or show my weaknesses to them. I was quite glad that I had to leave early or might have had an emotion and I thought I'd stopped suffering from them a while back. In seriousness though I think what we did is good for us but I don't know if it's good for me in a group situation. I'll stick with it just now though and see how I get on.

Last night a went to a poetry reading by Jackie Kay who is the writer for Maw Broon and Liz Lochhead was reading too. Thing is I, if I'm honest, I'm inclined to disregard something like that as a wee bit pretentious and for the "cultured set" but I think that's me just being a fanny because I really enjoyed it. Liz Lochead's work struck a chord with me. She had written this monologue that was performed in the Arches toilets. It was about this transexual that meets a lassie from her school days in M&S while shopping for a new bra. The way she spoke and read was just compeltely real. It was funny and I was pissing myself but at the end I had this tremendous respect for the character in the monologue. The other thing was that it was Scottish. It wasn't like tartan shortbread tin, romantic Scottish. I could picture this character have an idea where she came from what her background was etc and that's something that was quite new. I mean I love Scottish comedy that you can laugh at and you understand because it's Scots humour but this was different from that and more real and I got a lot out of it.