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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
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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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Friday, November 28, 2003
Sooner, hopefully, than later the film Bad Santa will hit our cinema screens. If it hits a screen near you - GO SEE IT. This is a script I had the fortune to read back in my Working Title days (before I got into all this freelance film industry nonsense) - it is hilarious, and gloriously dark and nasty. Ignore the trailers, they represent nothing of the film. In fact, I think it's one of the worst trailers for a film I've ever seen.
This was co-written by the Coen brothers, so you can imagine roughly what it'll be like - leaning more towards their "Big Lebowski" style of writing. Am very excited. Although I think Billy Bob Thornton will be ace, I would have been fascinated to know what Bill Murray would have done with the part - he was supposed to do it originally but then backed out. Boo to him.
Nothing exciting to report on the Bridget Jones front - except that I keep seeing Colin Firth. I think I fancy him now - this is indicated by the fact I go bright red whenever I go past him. How very sad am I.
(You're still my No.1 Babba!)
10:25 am
In retrospect, I should have posted this in the last post - could've avoided some additional quarrelling.
If scary fundamentalists is your thing, check out some of the posts in this one:
Dean's Christianity Rejection
8:32 am
Wednesday, November 26, 2003
My blog-world has been a bit stressful and life-altering lately. Having being involved in a few debates on other people's sites, I have continually left feeling shaken and somewhat attacked. I find the strength and venom people talk when discussing their beliefs so intimidating at times that I often don't know how to take it. I do believe that everyone is entitled to their own beliefs in pursuit of universal good, but what some people say and believe terrifies me.
The only real benefit I have taken is that I have been able to explore and understand my own beliefs better, but I understand others less.
I used to be "Christian" - I say this loosely, as I was only 16 at the time. Simply, it fucked me up. Couldn't get my head around it and kept me in a bubble that stopped me from tackling problems properly.
I have since learned Christianity is not for me. I'm not saying it 100%, definitely isn't true or real, but if it is, it's not for me. Most religions have this insane arrogance that theirs is the only one - everyone else is going to hell. I just see each religion as some sort of clubhouse.
For example - Christianity. Follow God's rules, say you like him (and his son) very much, and he'll let you into Heaven (his clubhouse) where you can worship him for eternity, being all blissful and disregarding those you have left behind. Most religions work by the same principle.
The arrogance shows up when they assume that all those who don't get in, burn in hell. That's what's so bizarre to me, and makes it fundamentally impossible for me to accept one religion such as Chrisitianity. Where's the universal good in that?
Why can't all religions be true? Why can't there just be a series of heavens ("clubhouses") where people can go to if the god ("leader") likes them? Hopefully there's one left where all the people not into the universal worship of a club leader can just chill out together and relax.
Or more likely, nothing happens at all.
I'm not saying whether God exists or not - I don't know, and frankly I don't care. If he does, I'm not interested in his clubhouse. Exclusion has never been a good thing in my mind, and I can't see it being much better in the afterlife. Plus, if it's going to be full of the very scary people I've been talking to lately, I REALLY don't want to go. (You know, the type of people who think God can be considered GOOD even if he's skinning babies - nice).
Any God who lets someone into bliss just because they worship him (even if they've murdered thousands) and excludes those who don't (even if they've lead a good life) is not only arrogant, but dangerous.
Sorry God, you're just not my kind of guy.
The only religion I believes pursues the universal good is Buddhism (I am prepared to be argued with on this, cause I don't know a huge amount about it). Reincarnation makes more sense to me than blissful clubhouses in the sky - I don't necessarily believe in it, I'm just more open to the idea. At least as a theology it doesn't suck and all the followers are nice. As far as I know anyway.
9:22 am
Monday, November 24, 2003
Getting to work and realising you've put no make-up on.
It sucks.
2:47 pm
Friday, November 21, 2003
I didn't think I could ever be so disgusted by people and their beliefs:
Christian Craziness
Makes me thankful to be an atheist
9:31 am
Thursday, November 20, 2003
Wooooooooooooo
4:27 pm
http://www.chud.com/graphics9/matrixspoof.jpg
Better than the movie anyway
3:41 pm
Jane Austen wrote you. You are extremely aware of
the power of a single word.
Which Author's Fiction are You?
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3:31 pm
Wednesday, November 19, 2003
so.... Michael Jackson's house is being searched under warrent over another child molestation incident. Now there's a warrent for his arrest. Shocker. Like I didn't see that coming 10 years ago when it happened the first time! Muppets. Honestly, what kind of parents let their children anywhere near that guy. Surely the parents should be under investigation, for blatant "I'm gonna let my kids hang out and sleep in the same bed with an accused kiddy-fiddler, cause like you know, he's all rich and famous and stuff". Either they have no concern for their kids' welfare over earning a quick buck, or they are ridiculously stupid. Even if there were no accusations whatsoever - the guy is grade-A weird. He may be completely innocent, but christ is he weird. Super weird. Euurrgsh. Makes me shudder.
Muppets.
6:39 pm
Today, Bridget Jones got to hear me pee in the ladies' room. Oh the glamour.
10:03 am
Tuesday, November 18, 2003
I know, i know - disgraceful blog neglect. But it has been a chronically busy week.
Last weekend Little Spice and 'Spiel came to our house to visit. Spent a nice day chilling, played some outdoor chess (were very rudely interrupted by a posh eccentric (Aren't they always?) who told us we were playing it wrong, because you can't move the King out of check - is this true people?). Day was ended rather dodgily when Babba prepared some rather overly "special" cookies, and Little Spice and me being the chocolate fiends that we are wolfed the whole lot down, only to feel rather ill later. Spice reacted in a "You've poisoned me, you bastards!!" kind a way, whereas I felt ill and went to bed, and spent the latter part of the evening certain I was on the verge of some amazing thought. Doubtful. Also had the best pizza I've ever had in my life that night. Still, in the end I've decided the whole experience is not really for me. I have little appreciation for a drug that makes my brain feel to big for my head. Give me tequila any day.
This situation was made no better for the fact that I had to go to work the next morning - on a SUNDAY. Welcome to the freelance world - and a country where we allow our stupid postmen to strike. had to wade through two weeks worth of post. Ishk.
Very busy week after that. But I was rewarded. A last minute reprieve meant that the lovely Chloe of Working Title sent me tickets to the Love Actually Premier - wooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!
Famous people I eye-balled: Emma Thompson, Hugh Grant, Martine Macutcheon (spelling??), that guy from My Family, Andrew Lincoln, Simon Cowell, that girl who won american pop idol, Dr Fox
Celebrities I brushed arms with - Colin Firth, Alan Rickman, Keira Knightly, all the Pop Idols, Girls Aloud (who Babba loudly insulted within their earshot - hmmm)
Celebrity to whom, when rather drunk and excited, I exclaimed "You're really fantastic!! Really good luck for Saturday!!!" to - Suzanne of Pop Idol fame, who very politely said "Aw Thankyou". Yes, I am a sad sad individual, and I swear I never normally do that at all!!! I hate talking to famous people - but she was just walking past, so I thought, "Fuck it - what's wrong with saying she's good when that's what you think anyway" - Cause she is good, so there.
Other highlight of the evening was being told by three different people that I looked like Keira Knightly - personally I think this is a load of rubbish. The similarities are skinny and big eyebrows, that's about it. Still, it's better than a kick in the teeth I suppose.
Also got Babba in a suit - always a good thing. But my feet are still sore - bloody shoes.
Ooooh - and the was this chocolate fondue fountain, that you dipped truffles and profiteroles in. Took a while to get me away from there, I tell you.
8:54 am
Thursday, November 06, 2003
Okay - so here's where I put myself out on the limb.
From the link below, you can read my script that had a rehearsed reading at Soho Theatre (eeeeee!). It's only short - probably takes about 10 mins to read. So... anyone who fancies having a look at what the fuss was about (and whether it was worth it) click below. Enjoy, or don't. Feel free to be honest in the talk backs available on the page, cause it's not like I know who leaves which comments anyway! Although constructive critisism is always... shall we say, a soften to the blow of you not liking it.
Ta
Waking
3:45 pm
Monday, November 03, 2003
So then.
Had a fab weekend, apart from the disaster and general vindictiveness that it trains:
Train Evil #1: Having looked up my train times on the internet I made my way merrily to Euston station for 9pm, arriving at a healthily early 8:30pm on Friday night. Looked up at the screens to find no trace of the scheduled train. Staggered over to a ticket man (there's the leverage of a heavy bag involved here) and asked in that high pitched frantic oh so bloody typically english female way, where the bloody hell the train was. Turned out it left from St. Pancreas, which thankfully was only a 10 minute walk away. But this caused stress and panic. Admittedly, some of this was my fault for not double-checking, but since when have the trains to Manchester left from St.Pancreas?!
Arrived yuckily late in Manch, and taxied over to Tall Boy's where we gossiped and giggled until 3am, and I was abused on the strength of my apparent southern accent. Humph. The kittens were adorable as always, and refrained from pumping, which was nice.
After some lovely morning shopping (and a quick rendevous with Kitchen Table) I left Tall Boy and went for my train to Chorley:
Train Evil #2 (this is the big one) - Arrived at my platform to find I had just made it in the nick of time for a train to Chorley - I checked the TV screen to be sure it wasn't the train after, and sure enough it read the train for Chorley. Hugely busy, but found a seat. Couple of minutes - looked out the window to double check the screen and see how many stops there were, still all was well. Train set off, but I couldn't hear the announcements, cause all sodding regional trains seem to think we have ears like sodding bats. Closed my eyes for a while. Opened them maybe 20 minutes later to see the train pulling in to Widnes. Fucking Widnes!!! For those of you unaware - Widnes is NOT on the way to sodding Chorley. It is actually on the way to sodding Liverpool.
Yelled at the conductor a bit after discovering the Liverpool train had been delayed and told that I should have checked with a conductor to make sure I was on the right train. Like you do. Why the hell shouldn't the screen on the platform be information enough?!
Anyway long story short - tearful calls home, banging headache, train back to Warrington, Pappa picked me up in the car, home, delicious Chinese food, theatre.
And the theatre was wonderfully fantastic. I shall not go on too much, otherwise I shall give a reader of this blog a big head - but it was very good - certainly the best performance I've ever seen of Stags & Hens (trust me, I've seen a few!)
Caught up with Benjo, Bron, La Tete Rouge, T'Other Rach and many many more, and I left feeling very homesick for my past life of hanging round a smelly theatre, putting on plays and basically having huge amounts of fun. I genuinely wish I could still hold on to part of that. Watching all the younger ones going of to Drama School makes me hideously jealous, and suddenly regretful. I think it's just a case of 'grass is always greener'.
Parental family lunchy things on Sunday - missed out on playing a dead wife in a film, which sucked, but family time mucho important despite that.
Train Evil #3 - After frantically rushing through traffic with Popo for my train, arrived to find it had been cancelled! Eurgh. Had to get the next train, which therefore had two trainloads of people on it. Grrr. That train took 4 hours to get back to London. Dammit, that journey used to take 2 1/2 hours, now it just sucks.
Got home very late, and very grumpy - as Babba will agree.
Still - good weekend though.
7:07 pm
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