Tonight, the Crick Crack Club (CCC) was back with Rebel Children, at the British Library. Ben Haggarty & Jan Blake - ooh yeah! I did actually leave on time - was a bit worried about TFL's warning of a water leak disrupting traffic in the centre, but when I checked my bus route, it seemed unaffected. Hmm - well, something was delaying it, as bus after bus from each other route stopped there: but then, that tends to happen at this stop! I swear, I was literally on the point of giving up and taking the Thameslink, when my bus finally happened along.
So to the library, nervous of every delay. We arrived near the library at a few minutes before start time, and once I'd squeezed off the bus, which had filled very much, off I charged (as much as possible, given the crowds and the leaf-strewn, slippy pavements). In the wrong direction. Realised before very long, and back I went - luckily, I found a side ramp that took me in a bit quicker: and isn't it lucky that I've been here before, and knew where I was going!
A very cursory bag check - he didn't even open it - and I panted up the stairs, to run into Ben Haggarty at the top, who smiled in my direction as he paced around the lobby. Happily, they never do start on time. I think I was the last to arrive, a few minutes late - it was quite full, but I managed a few seats to myself at the side, so I could spread out.
Poor Jan Blake hobbled in on a crutch, whatever she did to herself! (She never did say.) She came slowly up the steps, and I guess that was the thinking in having the stool in the centre, for the storyteller, should they want it - the two took turns, with two tales each. Two very different styles - Ben more theatrical, Jan more down-to-earth, getting us always to join in. Hell, we ended up carol singing, for the season that's in it! But each managed, in their own way, to transport us completely to a world where anything is possible - with goblins, and a cow that yearns to be human: birds that can speak to humans, and a strange old lady with a music box, tempting children to be bad. Because the theme was "rebel children", who do the opposite of what they're told, sometimes with bad consequences, sometimes with good. Absolutely timeless, absolutely absorbing - and as usual, I absolutely can't do it justice with my description. Go see, whenever - if ever - you can; storytelling done well is one of the greatest art forms. And it's a real joy to see two masters of the art like these.
Handily, my bus home left from right outside - and came straight away! At the end of a line of three - I was lucky to catch it before it left, parked behind the others as it was. Tomorrow, my annual trip to Winter Wonderland - heading to Cirque Berserk and the Ice Kingdom, as usual. Someone said he might come along - but he's been travelling, and was distracted, and never seemed to notice that I was going to events in it! so he didn't sound keen when I explained it to him, and now I don't think he'll come.
On Wednesday, the first night in ages with North London Friends (NLF)! We're at A Day in the Death of Joe Egg, at Trafalgar Studios. Last Meetup of the month, for me.
On Thursday, our ex-company's social group's Christmas meeting. We had a tiff about the venue - the organiser decided on Thai Square, which I think is overpriced and underwhelming. So he started to grumble about the difficulty of getting somewhere before Christmas - which will take a group, and doesn't cost the earth. Still though, he came up with an alternative - we've decided on the Warwick Castle pub in Little Venice. Lovely area, the pub sounds nice - with a Christmassy open fire, and a room we can book - and hey, it's a pub, which won't throw us out as quickly! They have a wine deal.. 10% off if you order at least £150 worth. And gee, he's had us choosing what we want off the menu. I also asked for the wine list - asked for suggestions from the group, but as no-one could be bothered getting back to me, sod it, I couldn't be bothered ordering so much wine for people that don't want to decide whether they want wine at all. A "whine about wine", as someone described it.
On Friday, potentially having Christmas drinks with an old friend who's very hard to pin down! We'll figure it out. Hopefully.
On Saturday, I'm headed to the Tutankhamun exhibition at the Saatchi Gallery. They have half hourly time slots for entry throughout the day, and have been sending repeated emails warning not to arrive before the scheduled time on the ticket, because of overcrowding! I booked a nice late one, at 6pm.
On Sunday, I arranged to have lunch with Helen - she's squeezing in a trip to London before the infamous strikes start, next day! We arranged to eat at Bistro1, and booked a table. Now, when I went to book, they advertised a Groupon voucher for a meal for two - great, except when I phoned, I was told it wasn't valid in December! Never said anything about that on the voucher. So I've got a refund on the voucher, and they said they'd inform the restaurant that it was no longer valid. Meantime, poor Ivan is out of town this week for work and missing all the fun - and so, this morning, on the train back from a stay with the family, he floated the idea of an all-day social, some weekend. Starting Sunday. I explained to him that I was seeing Helen on Sunday - "Bring her!" sez he. Helen was ok with them joining us, so now he and another are joining us for lunch on Sunday. The start of a fun day, methinks.
Next Monday, ironically, I'm on another Groupon deal - this one seems to be valid, though. I'm headed to & Juliet, a very non-Shakespearian take on the classic heroine, including a pop soundtrack, with Up in the Cheap Seats (UITCS). Running at Shaftesbury Theatre.
On the 3rd, back with NLF for Fairview, at the Young Vic.
On the 4th, back with the CCC for a night I'm really looking forward to - Ben Haggarty and Jan Blake again, combined with my favourite, Clare Murphy, and Jordan Campbell, will treat us to a night on the theme Sovereign, at Rich Mix. It's the last in their series called the "alternative tarot", where four storytellers take turns to expand on variations on an archetypal theme, and hold a Q+A after. And I do hope Ivan can make this, because he's a great fan of Jan's, and I do think this is right up his alley.
On the 5th, back with UITCS for Three Sisters, at the National. Also signed up with Love London Arts, Theatre, Music & Stuff for this - the last time I tried to integrate the two, it didn't really work! It'll be interesting to see how it goes this time. I'll try to gravitate more towards them this time, as I missed them completely the last time. And then it's back to Ireland for the weekend, again.
Tonight, I was going with North London Friends to The Convert, at the Young Vic. Discounted top-price seats, it seems! And then, the Crick Crack Club sent around an advertising email - and damnit if they didn't arrange a meeting tonight! The House of Nine Lives was at the British Library, and had Nell Phoenix, Tim Ralphs, and TUUP talking about pussycats. Irresistible. Just got word the other night that my ticket for the play was sold on, and I duly got a refund (less Paypal fees) - good stuff.
I have a ton of stuff to do - as usual. So I left a little later than intended. I could take two buses - one came early and I just missed it, and the other was delayed. Afraid I'd be late, I gave up and headed for the Tube. Oh dear Lord, it was like an evacuation at Old Street Station.. constant announcements explained to the sea of people that entry was being restricted because of overcrowding on the platforms. Well, but we were shuffling slowly forwards.. and happily, I got to the platform at the same time as a train, and even managed to squeeze onto it! It was only two stops, and squeezing off again was harder..
I was delighted with how quickly we got to King's Cross - I'd never have managed that speed on the bus, in rush hour traffic. Love walking around here - we had the usual crazy preacher, this one jiggling his way along, clad in multiple, rattling, silver chains, yelling about the dangers of alcohol. Mind you, I had several roads to cross - but the traffic gods were with me, and I mostly got green crossing signals. At the library, I was glad I knew where I was going - after a cursory bag check, I had to think, but vaguely remembered I'd have to go upstairs. Sure enough, up there was a sign for Crick Crack (at last!), and an usher at the door who checked my ticket and reassured me that I still had.. I finished the sentence for her. "No time at all!" As I passed through the door, I passed Martin Shaw - again! What, is he now taking a second job as a doorman?
The place was about half full - I took a seat at the back of the crowd, sweat pouring down me from the fast walk. I didn't have long to wait - Ben Haggerty was MC again, and as he introduced the others, the audience broke into - miaouwing. Yes, we had a lively crowd tonight. Tim Ralphs indulged them, encouraging them to express themselves in true feline manner.
They took turns, over the next 90 minutes, and I'd be hard pressed to pick a favourite. Nell started off - and did a fantastic turn of depicting the personalities of different animals; she has a genius for that, from the cowardly bear to the timid hare. Her opening tale was a variation on Puss in Boots. TUUP, as usual, gently banged and rattled things in the background - he's keen on music. It was a delight when he stood at the mic, thumbing an mbira, and they finally remembered to turn the lights down! And he had great fun, getting us to sing along in his tale of the woman that wanted to take the tiger's whisker.
His tales, as ever, were African - the best story of the night, I thought, was his tale of the cat and dog that lived next door to each other. One day, the humans were not at home, and the dog snuck over to the cat's house, and wiggled his way in to where the cat was relaxing with her kittens. So he started barking and snarling. Whereupon the cat sat up on her haunches, and barked and snarled right back at him! Well, he slunk right back home and into his bed, whimpering. Back at the cat's house, she turned to the kittens and said, "You see now, children, the importance of speaking a second language!"
Nell, however, had the last word, with a fantastic story from Egyptian mythology - the story of the lioness goddess, Sekhmet, from whom sprang Hathor, a gentler, life-giving deity. With TUUP providing gentle percussion in the background throughout, this was a truly mesmerising performance. And I feel so lucky to have been to two storytelling events in such a short space of time!
As someone near me remarked, they finished the piped music a bit abruptly on the way out. I caught the bus back. Mind you, it was diverted, but I wasn't in much of a hurry.
Tomorrow is our office Christmas party, but Let's Do This has advertised a Christmas dinner- which sounds a more attractive prospect. So I'm doing that instead. Places filled up quickly with regulars. The boss has asked me to drop by if we finish early, and it's not far away, so I'll try to do that.
And on Monday, the Crick Crack Club is performing Gilgamesh, at Soho Theatre. With Ben Haggerty in the spotlight, this will be a treat! Sold out, of course - you have to book these things early. He's doing it again on the 10th of February, at the British Museum. Meeting Helen for a meal beforehand.
Friday was my final trip of the year to the Crick Crack Club - Jan Blake was performing Masters of Hex at the British Library. Along with Ben Haggerty and TUUP. Same friend going with me as did on the 29th, and Helen too - and the same lunatic. Who would probably avoid us, and good enough for her.
Working from home, I could meet Helen whenever suited - so we met on Oxford Street, about 2.5 hours before the show. For once, I got there first! so had time to think about eating. It occurred to me that Nando's would be handy, so I researched where there was one on our route - the Brunswick Centre seemed like a good option, so that's where we headed.
Mind you, when we got there, the first thing we saw was a Carluccio's - so that's where we ended up. After a brief photo stop:
Right inside the door, they have a shop, which you can browse as you wait to be seated. Which didn't take long - but never fear, they have a retail list along with the menus, on the tables! Along with the a la carte, we had a "Menu Festivo", which we ended up ordering from, mainly - we had garlic bread as a side, along with starters, mains, desserts. They had a two-course price, a three-course price, and a three-course with prosecco and a cracker price. We decided against the prosecco and cracker option - we were having wine anyway - but a table just down from us went for it. And yes, the cracker is of the festive variety.
The garlic bread, unusually, was cold - but tasty enough. My starter was a chicken broth with ravioli - never heard of it before. I had chicken saltimbocca for my main course.. all fine, but nothing to write home about. Honestly, the wine was quite insipid too. Dessert for me was ice cream, which turned out to be topped with a mountain of cream, rather unnecessarily. But hey, we were both fed - although I wouldn't rate it as the best meal ever. And we did have something of a wait for the bill, our server being busy..
Anyway, we then galloped up the road to the library - I was glad I knew exactly where to go, we were so close to time! Helen had printed out both our tickets - I'd asked her, since my printer was in my old place and my laptop in my new, and although my work laptop was in the old place too, it hadn't been introduced to the printer, and I didn't think the relationship would go well! Annoyingly, we had to produce the printed tickets for access - get with the programme, British Library, most places just let you show them on your phone! The place was quite full when we did get in, but we got seats near my other friend, if not quite beside him.
This time, a library employee mc'ed - this event was part of a larger Harry Potter exhibition they've got going. Ben Haggerty started off proceedings, clad shoulders to toes in black, as usual - he'd left his hat at home. His story, as theatrically told as ever, was familiar to me - a version of a Baba Yaga tale, and as visceral a tale as any of them. TUUP, following, gave a much more lighthearted rendition of a story about a rich man who was taken down a peg by a magician - his story started with a wee musical interlude on the drum he so often has with him, and was punctuated with frequent humour. Finally, Jan Blake upped the musical quotient, getting us all to sing along in a gospel number - before giving us a poignant tale, set in the dark days of slavery on the plantations.
All in all, a good mix - I'm just sorry I couldn't make the last Crick Crack event of the year, the following Monday (advertised after I'd booked my flights). Anyway, that exhibition runs through February, if you want to check it out. On our way out, the lunatic was spotted on the stairs, but was out long before us, as Helen and I stopped to tell my other friend how the break to Germany had gone (he'd been supposed to go, but hadn't been able to get the time off). We eventually decided to leave, passing the storytellers on the way, who were still hanging around with their families, it looked like. We dawdled some more in the lobby before heading down the stairs to leave - and would you believe it, Crazy Lady was still down there, bending the ear of someone who worked there, it looked like! We slipped out past her without incident.
My other friend headed the other way on the main road - I accompanied Helen as far as the Tube, which she caught to the station. She was going to be a bit late with her train, unfortunately - ah well, you're entitled to stay out late for Christmas! Me, I did some work when I got home, as it was my last day of the year - and had a dramatic time next day, as I flew back to Ireland for Christmas.
Unfortunately, with all I had to pack, I couldn't fit everything into my case, so booked a checked bag and took a rucksack as well (and my handbag). Sadly, the checked bag meant I couldn't check in at the self-service kiosk, and there was a queue at the two desks open. And the usual quota of idiots in front of me, who had to have the entire process explained to them - so the checkin deadline passed while I was in the queue! Then the idiot at the desk reacted with complete astonishment to the news that there'd been a queue there at all, claimed the gate had closed earlier than it had, and sent me over to the ticket desk - where the nice man, with at least two brain cells to rub together, asked whether I was ok to take the case on as hand baggage as well, and pooh-pooed the idea that I might have too many bags. And was I relieved to see that boarding pass appear - especially when he told me there was no evening flight, so that was it for the day..
I was lucky - Easyjet no longer use their discretion at Gatwick, once the gate is closed, it's closed. Here, I was one of the last to board, which is fine - a lovely young flight attendant found somewhere down the back for my bags, and also put up the rest of my things when I realised I was in the bloody exit row. And then the lovely chap, seeing my flusteredness, brought me a water - which I really needed - and a free paper. And suggested that I might go sit near my bags, at the back, later in the flight, rather than have to wait forever to get back to them when we were getting off. Which I did. Now, that's what I call service..
Finally catching up with myself. Must give a shout-out to two very good meals I've had since I came back - the first in the Abbey Tavern, where we ate on Sunday, so they had the Sunday menu on, which included the most succulent chicken and ham I've had. The second was the next day, in Nuala's, where we really don't eat often enough - and we do keep forgetting how good it is! Delicious garlic mushrooms to start, and two kinds of curry - korma, and a chip-shop-type curry, which I adore. (Mind you, I'm not mad about their rice, so had chips instead.) My mother also remarked on her very good salmon. And the chocolate fudge cake I had for dessert.. was pure fudge. Approach with caution! Nice to know we shan't starve - just a pity that neither of these is open on Christmas Day..
Running errands this week. Will be heading back to Bowes Ryan on Saturday, where my birth mother will be buying me lunch.. and seeing a couple of friends next week, once the madness of Christmas is over. Flying back to London on the 2nd of January, and on the 3rd I've booked to see Stewart Lee at Leicester Square Theatre. Determinedly not in the front two rows - not for a comedy show!
On the 4th of January, I'm back with Up in the Cheap Seats (Happy New Year to them!), who are off to see Hanna, at the Arcola.
On the 5th of January, I thought Time Out threw me a curiously interesting event - so I'm going on this Space Descent VR experience, at the Science Museum. I'll have to leave work early for it - there are timed slots, and it consists of wearing goggles, and living the experience of a descent to earth, with the astronaut Tim Peake narrating in your ears.
On the 6th of January, Crick Crack is back! Happy New Year to them too. The story of When Time Began is being told at King's Place. Creation myths. And wouldn't you know it, we're being treated to a host of performers - the husband and wife team, Emily and Nick Hennessy, and co-founder of the club, the amazing Ben Haggerty. Accompaniment provided by the wonderful musician, Sheema Mukherjee.
On the 7th of January, another Happy new Year - this time to Let's Do This (LDT), who are off to an art exhibition. Gilbert & George: the Beard Pictures and their Fuckosophy. Sorry, but that is the title. Showing at the White Cube Gallery. Honestly, but for the group that's hosting, I wouldn't bother..
And finally, more art on the 8th of January, which I'll probably enjoy more. I'm taking the day off to go see Reflections at the National Gallery - an exhibition of Pre-Raphaelites, which, with a free day, I can peruse at my leisure. As inspired by a walk by the excellent London Literary Walks - roll on the summer, and a return of those! Oh, and just lately, LDT advertised another trip to the excellent Vintage Swing Jazz evenings at Wilton's - for the evening of the 8th. And why not, indeed? So I booked that, too..
Tonight, I was to be back with the Scarlet Ladies, for a talk entitled 100 Women - Their Breasts, Their Stories. No longer, of course - quit that group, and instead joined London Science Talks and Museums Meetup for a talk at the Alan Turing Institute about the future of data in public life. Most pertinent, given the talk I was at recently.
Had a late meeting at work - it was walking distance to the British Library, where this was held, and although doors opened at 6, which was when the group suggested we meet, the talk wasn't actually on until half past. So I made that easily. Cool that it was here - I'd never been before!
The "Knowledge Centre" we were looking for was easy to find, and I made my way in. There is a cloakroom on the ground floor, but I didn't make use of it, heading straight up to the bar.
Very nice vibe about the place, with soft jazz playing in the background, comfy seats, and wide reception areas - I liked it very much, which is good, as I'm booked to return there in December (of which, more anon)! Now, as to the group: some groups, such as those of the sadly departed Man with the Hat, are actively friendly. The organiser makes a concerted effort to ensure that people can find the group, telling them what they're wearing, where they'll be, carrying a Meetup sign.. that sort of thing. Others make no effort to meet up at all, being purely advertising channels.
This one? I have a feeling it falls in the middle, and that the members do meet. However, it seems to fall into that category of group that makes no effort at all to attract new members, and for sure, when I arrived, in no way could I identify them. Now, I had two options for contacting them; I could have put a message on the Meetup page, saying I was there and could someone identify themselves (I've had no response to that, previously): or I could have stood in the middle and shouted "Anyone here in Meetup?!" I was tired - didn't sleep terribly well last night - and didn't feel like doing either of those things. So I just went straight in and nabbed a good seat.
Ooh, what a lovely lecture theatre! They didn't have the like when I was lecturing.. plush, upholstered chairs to sit in, gently rising steps, subdued lighting. A porthole, letting in light from the outside, over which a swish electronic blind descended when the talk was to start. A pleasant scent. Yes, very nice! The panel consisted of four speakers - a couple of academics, a journalist, a chap investigating the government's use of data.. think Cambridge Analytica and the recent Brexit referendum. And a most entertaining chair.
Initially, she gave each speaker 10 minutes to sum up their position. Some fascinating arguments were raised at this point - one chap wanted us to consider what information we're being fed, and how it's biased according to our perceived preferences. So, for example, our Facebook newsfeed is prioritised according to what they think we will like.. so we only get one side of the argument.
The journalist was subbing for someone who couldn't make it - but made a very interesting point about how organisations might make their data freely available, but in a format that's useless to you. So, for example, they publish all their information in a file too large to download!
The guy investigating the government made it clear that he couldn't reveal any particulars about what he's doing, but gave a very polished presentation about the necessity for regulation in matters of public accountability.
And finally, the second academic, bless her, gave a slide presentation that was far too long, but potentially very interesting (she had to rush through it, so we missed most of the points) about artificial intelligence. Apparently, she has an interest in the ethics of AI.
It was then opened to the floor - and an enthusiastic floor it proved, with plenty of contributors. Issues raised included.. at the Nuremberg trials, why - when base rules were set for medical ethics, following the experiments of Mengele, were similar standards not set out for the handling of data? Why, indeed, was IBM not prosecuted for its role in helping the Nazis to collate data about the people it wished to persecute?
Predictably, most of the interest after the main speakers had finished was directed towards the guy investigating Cambridge Analytica. He didn't give much away - but the academic beside him gave us an interesting anecdote, about senior members of Cambridge Analytica, who had expressed private concerns to her about the way in which the data they had provided had been used.. I suspect they're going to get very bad press before this is all through!
Fascinating evening, and I'm glad I came. Afterwards, we got a free glass of wine - and lo, when mine was running low, someone happened along to top it up! Very much appreciated, and I look forward to coming back here again. I still didn't make contact with the group, and made my way home after - nice n early. Looking forward to a nice early night and a long sleep now, hopefully!
Tomorrow was Funzing (London Speaks Sessions and LDN Talks @ Night, as usual) and Jennifer Rees again - this time, a fun talk about the Psychology of Batman Villains! The first of hers for which I managed to get a 30% discount.. and it's on nice and close to me again. Seems to be a feature of her talks! How and ever, London Literary Walks are off on The Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood Walk that night. And since that's on even closer to me - and I feel bad about missing the last two - well, I couldn't refuse, now could I?
Thursday, it was free comedy in Hammersmith - with Free Comedy Nights in Hammersmith, Wimbledon and Greenwich, Random London, and DiscoverLDN.UK. But yay, I have my alternative at last! Going to some comedy I have to pay for, which will probably be better. Mae Martin is at Soho Theatre. Advertised by a group called Moxie Ladies.. good luck to them, but as they charge extra, I'm going solo.
And on Friday, it was the same free comedy - with DiscoverLDN.UK. But, d'you know, it was only last week I remembered they'd actually cancelled it! I'm now off to Proof, at The Courtyard.. with the (un-nameable) club that charges £3.60. And I don't book that free comedy any more, considering I'm unlikely ever again to go to it.
On Saturday, I was to do the same comedy, but am now headed to the launch of Rob Luft's new album, Riser, at King's Place. As advertised by The London Jazz Meetup. I finally ended up paying their membership fee after booking an event with them the other day, for November, which someone is attending that I know. So I figured it was wiser!
I had booked the same free comedy, with the same group, on Sunday, but was again saved - this time, by the World Music Meetup! They're off to see Kefaya, in Nell's Jazz and Blues bar, back in my old stomping ground of North End Road! Happy days, when I was working there..
On Monday, a group called Theatre and Stuff is off to see Prism, at Hampstead Theatre. They're charging extra to go with them, though - so I happily bought my own ticket. What the hey, odds are I won't know any of them anyway.
Next Tuesday, I'm back with Up in the Cheap Seats - to see Wings, at the Young Vic. Accidentally booked standing, I think.. :-/
On the 27th September, with Up in the Cheap Seats again - for Jekyll & Hyde, presented by the National Youth Theatre, at the Ambassadors Theatre.
On the 28th September, I was with another new group: London, Surrey and Beyond.. for an event called "A Unique Experience. Olde Pub, Gerry's Private Club, 2 'i's Famous Fish 'n' Chips". Which says it all, really! But then TunedIn advertised flamenco at Sands Films.. irresistible really. So I've booked that instead. And then RSVPed with the World Music Meetup, who finally got around to advertising it. Then it's back to Ireland for the weekend again.
On the 2nd October, I had booked at Hampstead Theatre, for No One Will Tell Me How to Start a Revolution. North London Friends are attending - and charging extra, so I was going it alone! But now it turns out I'm spending the week in the Stockholm office - back on the 8th.
On the 3rd October, it was free comedy in Hammersmith - nominally. With Free Comedy Nights in Hammersmith, Wimbledon and Greenwich. So, that was easy to cancel, for Stockholm!
On the 4th October was Up in the Cheap Seats and Labour of Love, with Martin Freeman, at the Noel Coward Theatre. Cheapest tickets from the venue, for once!
On the 5th October, same group - headed to see the Company Wayne McGregor, at Sadler's Wells.
And finally! on the 6th October, headed to see Chekhov's The Seagull, at the Lyric. Third night in a row for that group - almost as busy a group as I am a person! So, four things in all I had to cancel, without refund.. what the hey, I'll doubtless be saving money in Stockholm! Expenses paid, after all.
On the 9th October, I'm finally going to see the show so many people have asked me whether I'm seeing. Ink is showing at the Duke of York's Theatre.
On the 10th October, I'm back with Up in the Cheap Seats for Ballet Boyz at Sadler's Wells.
On the 11th October, back with Funzing for a talk on Revolution in Iran: Girl with a Gun. This will be an interview with a female Kurdish revolutionary.. on the Battersea Barge, which I believe can get choppy. Never mind. This is one I got for free, for completing a loyalty card with three talks.
On the 12th October, Let's Do This are back to St. Martin-in-the-Fields, where London Concertante is performing Bach Violin Concertos. Then I'm back to Ireland for the weekend again.
And on the 16th October, back at Southwark Playhouse with Up in the Cheap Seats - this time, it's for A Day By the Sea.
