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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, January 05, 2004
And so I return from my Christmas sabbatical. Apologies to one and all for my blog neglect - but not only did my sister's computer suck, but I also tried to avoid computers full stop whilst holidaying and taking a break from what is my everyday life.
Christmas was indeed fun - spent some highly valuable family time back oop north in Eccleston - drove all the way there under the watchful eye of Popo - wooo, i can drive on motorways now. Such a grown up.
Eccleston doesn't seem so isolated and crappy when you've got a car to drive you around too (buses, what buses?).
Also had a room all to myself since Fat Ass is still hopping around Australia. Was certainly quiet at home, but I'm not complaining.
My Grandma patted my calves on Christmas day, cheerily announcing that I had put on weight. Go gran. She also made many enquiries as to when I was getting "wed" - my gran actually uses words like courting, and petting - I deftly avoided answering such questions so as not to upset those whom are stuck firmly in the "living in mortal sin" past. Trust me, in my family, that's quite a lot - parents excepting.
Readthrough went well, though I've yet to watch the tape back. As predicted it took AGES, but it was good fun, and pizza was had by many.
Some difficulties already with the second production of "Technically Speaking" - the theatre Bron's doing it at in Chorley is run by a group called CADOS, who are putting on a play a month later called "Relatively Speaking" - the odds, huh?
CADOS have decided that I have to therefore change the title of my play - now, I'm not a proud person, but I think every now and again I have to be this dignified, pig-headed writer who refuses to change a single iota of my precious work. That, and I haven't a clue what else to call it. But in all seriousness, I am at the moment refusing to what I see as a very rude request. Plus it's already been performed under that title. Anyway, Bron's fighting the corner, so we'll see how that turns out.
New Year was simple and lovely - it's mine and Babol's anniversary at New Year, so suffice to say there was romance that I shan't gross you out with, or ruin Babol's reputation with, but it was a very good night to say the least.
A joy to see Mr Goulden back in the fold - returning with more hair, more tan, but less body weight. He promises to eat his way back to full size very soon - and we wish him all the best with that.
A final bit - God bless Scrabble. After spending most of the holidays being trashed by Babol at Chess and Go, finally a game I can win his ass at. Long may scrabble prosper in our household!
Happy New Year everyone - shit, just realised I haven't made any resolutions. Best get to it.
10:53 am
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