In soviet Hednesford...

Yes, I'm back home in Shitfordshire, sorry, Staffordshire. I think really the only reason I came to hate this place is because I associate it with my parents, whom are quite possibly the most boring entities on the planet.

So, yes, it is not quite that bad.

Except for my father. Who has the personality of Joseph Stalin and now the moustache to match. In one breath telling me to concentrate on passing my degree and in the next telling me to find a job. At the same time. As though he thinks I myself am incapable of making decisions and formulating a plan of action to undertake. (I do have one. It's called simply 'do the work, then find a job.') I honestly would not be surprised if he said do this, or this will happen.

Anyway.

Two floor plans and a section were sent over to my tutor this morning. If they are okayed, I can then get on with the elevations, the 1:50 detailed sections et al. But the scheme as it is now looks a lot more complex and 'with it' than was my old one. I'm much, much happier with it. The front of house and auditorium have stayed much the same, but beyond that it is all change. The WCs and atrium have been placed above the performance rooms. The green room has been placed a floor higher. There's a glass box above the 19th Century office. The old turbine hall has gone. The whole scheme is just far more balsy now.