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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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Wednesday, September 01, 2004
Peterborough - City of Hell
Seriously - this place sucks the big one. People bitch about Birmingham - this is the cesspit of middle england. Firstly - the roads. Signs? Obviously the backward people who run and organise this place haven't heard of them. What they have heard of are one way systems - in the extreme. Some arsehole on the council obviously had a sense of humour. So despite following the map, their shoddy non-sensical one way system (truly it had NO logic to it) had me driving around Peterborough until bitch-o-clock in the evening trying to find the sodding hotel. Who;s car park by the way is nowhere near the actual entrance to the hotel. After driving for three hours and being beeped at aggressively by three different scum-hole drivers who couldn't cope with driving 30miles an hour through a town centre, I finally arrived to a very full car park. Went to the end, and in my tired state couldn't see that actually where I was trying to park was a very narrow place (the hotel clearly doesn't approve of parking), and managed yet again to damage my car on ANOTHER SODDING PILLAR. I swear there's a conspiracy. It's not as bad as last time, but it's still pretty badly scratched up - I shouldn't have to claim tho. So, tearful and tired, I went to bed. Woke up in the morning feeling a little better, even though the morning was a bit wet. Got in the car, put my wipers on to get rid of the condensation.... only the rear window seemed impervious to the request. Cause some little chav fuckers had ripped off my back wiper. And left it on the floor. Little sods didn't even bother to steal it. Apparently they are regular visitors to the car park, routinely removing wipers and license plates. Nice. Thankfully I move today, so my car should face no more abuse. (Unless subjected to another pillar).
Now The Good News
My mini holiday up to the Edinburgh Fringe Festival was utterly fantastico. Weekend of pure fun. The flat we were in was soooo gorgeous, sat right on the Royal Mile with some of the most amazing views. I cannot describe the amazing feeling I got waking in the morning, sunlight streaming in to the window, and being able to lean out of the window and look down on the Royal Mile in the sunshine. Priceless, truly. Also got to spend some most valuable time with La Spice, ockenspiel, Goulden Moments, Gregorian and indeed also MR Cheesy (not that he's ever far away). Much fun, despite the disgraceful bailing-out behaviour of Mishka and Huggy Boobs. They truly missed out on some fab time. Old haunts Jekyll & Hyde, The Frankenstein, Espionage, and the ever breath taking Arthur's Seat were visited. Even the Italien restaurant in New Town - I went there when Momo, Popo & Fat Arse made an appearance, which was the place they took me and Cheesy when they met him for the first time 3 years ago.
And of course, there was the play. My play, Waking. As ever, very weird to see my work put on, and always very surreal when you hear people enjoying it. Rare Breed did a cracking job, and I look forward to seeing how they develop it further when they do Brighton and London later this year. The writing has also been consistently getting good reviews. The Scotsman one is ace, apart from the fact they got the name of the writer wrong! Tsk. So unreliable.
Despite the limited time there, I did manage to catch some other stuff whilst at the festival.
Me, Cheesy and Goulden went to the cinema for a section called Past the Post, which was a bunch of UK Film Council shorts (one of which written & directed by a lovely lady I know) - they were all truly brilliant and lovely films - I really want to find out if there's a DVD or something for them, cause I'd love to see them again.
Also we went to see Brendon Burns, who I saw last year. He was brilliant then, but this new piece was something rather more than that. Almost a little more theatrical than the average stand-up, it was a fascinating insight into the mind of stand-up comedian personas. Very different compared to the standard standup shows, and I left hugely relieved that I'd made the effort to go see him.
Our theatrical drama input came from a production of "Galileo", which was based on an unmade screenplay by Tom Stoppard - immediate interest. The script is indeed very good, clever and intelligent, and made the physics of the day understandable to even science-retarded people like me. The acting from the principle characters was also very good and convincing, although unfortunately, all the female actresses consistentley sucked. Shocking really considering how good everyone else was. Perhaps a male director? Who can say. Also, whilst interesting, the original screenplay does not adapt kindly to the stage - something that could have been fixed with some good script editing, or at least some creative direction - the constant "to black"s were tedious and mentally lengthened the play by a great deal. Still, good effort.
That's all for me to say for the moment - I really hated leaving. I have no doubt I'll be back there next year.
11:03 am
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