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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
Likes
Movies
Books
Writing
Theatre
Hugs
Kittens
Chess
Scrabble (mostly beating Cheesy's butt)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Dislikes
Vegetables
Arguments
Cleaning
Trashy TV
Pretensions
Public Transport
Pets
Rabbits-Bambi, Fern, Sooty, Pippa-all deceased
Dog-Sammy-deceased :(
Fish-CatFlap-recently (and finally!) deceased
Cat-Tiggy-still scratching
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Technically Rachel
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Monday, July 21, 2003
Life Changes
I may as well get into this, although be assured it is still not definite, but I am working towards my final month as a Working Title employee. It seems I may well be going on to the production Bridget Jones - The Edge of Reason as a Trainee Accounts Assistant. I still have to meet with the Production Accountant (who I am assured is lovely) so she can make sure I don't totally repel her - but it all pretty much looks like it's happening. And I'm terrified. Excited, undoubtedly - but also terrified. Isn't it funny how some things can just totally make you feel like nothing but a little girl in a big ol' world? Mind you, I was terrified when I first got the job here at Working Title, and that worked out brill, so... Shepperton it is. Have to get a car (lord help me) and a mind-set that's gonna get me driving all the way out there every morning and evening. Main thing is, I'm really gonna miss this place - I mean, yeah, so I sleep-walk through my job these days cause I know it so damn well - and I have no chance of advancement here. I could stay here forever, but I would always be in the same job and the same general pay (it's too small to move up gradually). So I want to get better at what I do, out into the big world I must go.
The big pisser about this, is that I start on the 8th September, but my reading at the Soho Theatre is anytime from the 10-12th September - so damn close! So I'll probably miss it, we'll see. I shall have to offer the world and ask for the time off (not something given freely in the freelance trade). Pray for me - it's going to be a stressful August.
4:24 pm
The Parentals
This weekend saw the first expedition by my MoMo and PoPo to Camberwell, London. With a crazy instinct to drive to London from Eccleston, Lancashire, my parents arrived on Thursday evening after a 6 hour journey. Friday saw shopping frolicks out in Richmond, and the evening I shipped them off to see 'Jus' Like That' at the theatre while I said goodbye to Tessa, who's leaving Soho Theatre (Jus' Like That comes reccommended by the way). In her usual whirlwind, my sister (aka Fat Ass) showed up at the bar at 10pm. Saturday was my cousin Richard's wedding - eccentrics all round, a pissed mother and Fat Ass kept trying to make me dance (not something I like to do in broad daylight). This brands me as anti-social. Really I'm just anti-making-a-tit-of-myself.
Note - why are people who don't drink alcohol so much more eccentric that people who do? Weird.
Sunday was a trip to very pretty Greenwich, and a browse around the market and then a trip to the cinema to see 'Hulk' - unanimous vote on this movie was 'big pile of poo'. Sigh. It really was so cruddy I can't even be bothered to review it.
So parentals trundled off this morning at 8am (yes, driving - they'll be in that car till next week!), with no doubt much emptier wallets, and a greater appreciation for northern prices and traffic.
4:14 pm
Glastonbury
Well, cause I'm so crap it's been way too long since for me to go into any great depth on my Glasto visit - but I shall give you the highlights. The weekend was excellent. The following bands rocked ass - REM, Flaming Lips (surprising, cause I'm not over keen on their music), Sigur Ros, Electric Six, Moby, Athelete, Macy Gray, and of course the almight Radiohead - a rather dangerous gig as Little Blond 'Un and myself decided we were going to be at the barrier - strategically achieved. People truly are crazy, but the gig was worth it. Mr York on top form. Stinkers for me were The Thrills, The Darkness (what on earth is the fuss about?), and Royksopp (sorry, dance music live = big yawn, tired legs & sore ear-drums).
Weather was gorgeous, and I got my second successful tan for over the last 4 years (the other was at my last Glastonbury!).
Tent was a nightmare - it kept caving in on me, and at night it was frickin' freezing. And let's just forget the toilets even existed! Good time had by all.
4:02 pm
Sunday, July 06, 2003
Bloody hell, blogger's been poshed up a bit.
Anyway - shall inform all on Glastonbury soon, but in the mean time, do any of you latin speaking folk out there know the meaning of the following:
"Si qui opprobiis dignos latraverit, integer ipse, solventur risu tabule", Horat.
4:01 pm
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