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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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Friday, September 26, 2003
Picked up keys last night for new flat - woooo. Gonna be a sod of a weekend, but I relish the move with glee.
Baldy's back is suddenly bothering him again - maybe it has something to do with the repeated banging of his own head against a wall. Sigh. Means he very conveniently won't be able to help us lift things. This is a repeat performance whenever we move.
So huge fanfare for the parentals, who are trundling themselves down to London in the wee hours of Saturday morning. What parents do for their kids, eh?
12:09 pm
Monday, September 22, 2003
Have you ever wondered what it would be like if a giant baby had a temper tantrum?
Ask my dining room chair. It is now in two pieces after encounter with a tantrum-infused Baldy at 5am this morning. I don't know why - I just know I'm damn glad I'm moving to Twickenham next weekend!
11:26 am
Wednesday, September 17, 2003
Well, long time no blog. But I have a good excuse - it's been mad cap for me lately. But it's definitely time for an update:
Bye Bye Working Title Bye Bye
First off, I departed the security and freebies of Working Title. Got a fantastic send off at The Union bar (which resulted in me spending pretty much all of the next day in bed, really not feeling too fantastic), and my leaving gift was a friggin' laptop. A good one. A really bloody good one. Rah! Also Tim got me a brill big printer calculator (you have to be a geeky accountant type person to appreciate how fab and geekily exciting a gift this is), and Shefali got me this beautiful shawl from Liberty. So there's my pampering done. My trade in for no more premiers, parties and free DVDs every month. Sorry guys - alas they are no more.
Mac
The car. The bloody driving - started my first day on TE Films (as it is known officially) an hour late cause of the damnedness that is the roads of London. Rubbish.
I've got it under control now though - leaving at 6.35 am pretty much sorts that out. Hardly what I would call a solution, but it will have to do. Discovering though, that I actually rather enjoy driving - in a weird way. I love my car, hence the name giving (the name is taken from the license plate which starts MC03).
Bridget Jones
And so a new job. Spent the first few days feeling incredibly homesick for WT, but after I moved my desk around, it started to feel a bit more like home. I shall have to start finding little desk toys and stuff to make it feel mine. Having to use a laptop, which is a bit weird, but getting used to it. The people are all nice and friendly, though I've yet to feel much use as the workload is pretty low. Bliss compared to WT, but I know that will change dramatically in a week or so. Then I'll be lucky if I get chance for lunch!
Big Shoes
Back at WT, I spent two exhausting weeks training the new girl, Andrea Merry - who from here on shall be known as Dipshit. This is because the Monday after I'd left, Dipshit's boyfriend called her agency (not even WT itself), and told them she wouldn't be coming back to WT again. Now, it is possible that Dipshit's boyfriend murdered her and buried her under the patio, but I'm leaning towards stinking cowardice. The Friday before she's been under a lot of pressure to get stuff done, and hadn't handled the pressure spectacularly well, but walking out? Dipshit. Yeah okay, you may decide a job isn't for you, but you give notice, you don't just drop them in it. The result of Dipshit's flagrant cowardice? I was back at WT for Monday and Tuesday this week - giving a crash course training to the new temp. So today, I'm rather knackered. If you ever bump into someone called Andrea Merry, with one blue and one wonky brown eye and a funny scab on her scalp - slap her would you.
Writing
For the first time in my life - writing seems like a serious possibility. You remember that Soho course. We had our reading last Friday - which I managed to wangle a day off for. The associate director of the theatre chose to direct my piece, and he really liked it. Like, a scary amount of a lot. Had some fab actors too. This guy called Lee Williams (he was in that BBC show "The Debt", and "Me Without You"), and Phoebe who was in Holby City, though she's so much more worthy than that. My play went down really well with the audience, and even the Literary Manager gave me a whole bunch of praise. So, why this moment of blatant self-promotion on my blog? Cause this is a bloody big thing for me. I've always had amazing support from my friends as regards my writing, each all with very different opinions. But for professionals to be pushing me along, it just makes me wonder - maybe I could do this. Now I'm not just going to drop my career and become a penniless writer, but it gives me hope that in the future... there's a maybe. So that's the end of my brag... for now anyway.
9:17 am
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