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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, December 21, 2005
Just a little post - have finished the world of work for now and will soon be jaunting my way back to Lancashire for the festivities.
Hope everyone has a Kitty-Fantastico Christmas and a spiffy New Year!
9:24 am
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Had another really great time on Friday - hanging out with the guys from work. The whole office went out for a meal at the River Cafe in Hammersmith, which was very yummy food - and I wasn't on a table with the Eeeevil One which made it all the better. Then the grownups went home and Me, Cheeky Irish, James Bond, Rabbit and Dancin' Girl carried on the drinking. And had a very jolly time with it too. Though drunk tongues do tell more, and I discovered just how Eeeeeevil the Eeeevil One can be. For some reason before I started, she wanted someone she knew to get the job and not me. So she made up some fictional person who'd worked with me and gave me a bad reference. Didn't work, and I'm awesome at my job, so HAH to her. Found out for definite the reason she stopped speaking to me was cause I got my new job that starts in the New Year (and she wanted to be put forward for it, but wasn't, cause she's Eeeeevil). And the day we all knew, she went over to Cheeky Irish (who is also working on this job with me), and...
Eeeevil One: I feel so sorry for you, Cheeky Irish.
Cheeky Irish: What?
Eeeevil One: I feel so sorry for you.
Cheeky Irish (annoyed that she's repeated herself so unnecessarily) What?!
Eeeevil One: Well, you have to work with Rachel (me!!) again. Wouldn't wish that on anyone.
Bitch. She's getting five eeeees now and being the Eeeeevil One. Thing is, she must be fucking stupid too. Me and the boys get on really well - so when she said what she did, she got no agreement, and instead Cheeky Irish just stopped speaking to her for being such a bitch. I mean, I at least have respect for intelligent bitches, but this girl is just butt-fuck stupid.
Anyway, rant over.
I want a kitten.
11:07 am
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Had a fab time in Manchester last weekend - was up for Tall Boy's 30th (*cough* sorry, was that 21st?) birthday. Hijinx ahoy. Absent Chees'm unfortunately, due to beastly work - much to the dismay of Little Julie, who has the hugest crush on Chees'm. Last time they met he practically stalked him the whole evening. I like watching the Chees'm squirm - mahaha.
Had a great time catching up with Yappety Dog and Huggy Boobs, reminiscing like we usually do about our Droylsden days in our huge and fabulous student house. And of course getting down and boogying with Tall Boy and other boys of the camp persuasion. God, I've missed dancing. Especially with a guy. Apart from the occasional foray in the kitchen to clanky jazz on the radio, Chees'm is not much for public dancing. He's only ever danced with me once, and that was when the crafty little begger was trying to seduce me way back when. So hurrah for the gay men who have ushered dirty dancing back into my life. Most fun. (I certainly hope they were all gay - otherwise I'm in trouble!)
And the pressure of the "birthday present" went well too - one always wants to buy your friends something spectacular for their birthday and spent ages considering. One trip to ebay for an assortment of Tori Amos badges, and a fascinating trip to Tiffany's and he was happy as Larry. (Does anyone actually know someone called Larry? And is he indeed happy?)
Fat Ass and Billy Zane also showed up - to be honest I was getting rather pissed at this point, and have mostly forgotten what we talked about - so here's hoping I didn't promise my sister anything outlandish! I vaguely remember us talking about babies (run for your life, Billy Zane!!), so hopefully I didn't promise her one of them.
Slept for most of Sunday, and managed a rather rushed lunch with Mr Gregorian in which I ate a huge amount of food and drank two chocolate milkshakes; and then jumped into a car with Huggy Boobs and had a proper girly natter all the way back to London. Fabness.
It's the Accounts Department Wrap Lunch tomorrow i.e. we all skive off work for the afternoon eating very expensive food and getting VERY drunk. Am making all kinds of plans to avoid being sat next to the Evil Bitch, who is still giving me the cold shoulder. Should be fun though.
Ooh! And I finally found me a pair of witch boots!! There's no pic of them online, but if you look below they're just like those boots only they cut off at the ankle.
Kerching!
10:10 pm
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
The BBC's The Taming of the Shrew was brilliant by the way - for those of you foolish enough to miss it. Plasticine Face (as shown in previous post) was predictably awful and pretty much ruined the character for me - but all of that was made up for by the rest of it. Shirley Henderson and Rufus Sewell were amazing in this thing - they really shined, and I think the script also shone most on this particular adaptation. I'd been really impressed with how much these "retellings" had stuck to the plot and character relationships of Shakespeare's stories - you get films like "Ten Things I Hate About You", which takes the basic premise and cleverly builds a new plot around it. All good and fun but not quite as impressive as adapting it from beginning to end. That was why I found the version of A Midsummer Night's Dream so bitterly disappointing.
I played Helena in this play way back when, but I still know the play backwards, so perhaps I might have felt the differences harder than others, but some things were SO different. The dynamic of the Courtiers shifted majorly - their knowledge of eachothers feelings/actions wiped out and instead replaced by "discoveries" about eachother. Plus the glorious fighting that takes place towards the end of the play was severly shaved - quite a feat considering the things was an hour and a half. Not to mention the cast being utterly dull (but this may be blamed on the script rather than the actors). The Fairies were also pretty much given an entirely new plot to play with - their motivations completely askew from the original. And don't get me bleedin started on the entirely new plot they gave to the Theseus/Hippolyta relationship. Of course it had its good points - the Workman stuff transferred quite nicely, and Johnny Vegas was great as Bottom, as were Titania and Oberon. And the sequence where Titania falls in love with Bottom was all done very nicely. The stuff between Theseus and Hippolyta was really nice at times but I couldn't stop getting annoyed that none of it was even close to what happens in the original. The script writer needs a proper slap for basically undoing what the rest had achieved in terms of adaptation. It's a shame it finished on a lower note for me - otherwise, I've been really enjoying them.
8:06 pm
Sunday, November 20, 2005
*climbing up from within whatever blog pit I hath fallen down*
Phew! That was some climb.
Ahem.
Alas, the production I'm working on has been in Wrap of late, which has meant busy busy me, and a distinct desire not to spend longer on a computer than absolutely necessary. Data entry plays a large role in my employment, you see.
So... predictably there's way too much to go into, but work is... well, it has its good and its bad at the moment. The job itself is still really good, as are most of the people - I'm making, I think, some lasting friendships out of this job. Which is always nice. I also have a new job lined up for the New Year, which is brilliant as it means I can actually relax over Christmas and not have to worry about job hunting once its over. Plus a co-worker, whom I shall name Cheeky Irish (sorry, Greg - you'll have to give that up a while), is coming with me, AND I know the production co-ordinator through a friend, so I feel confident I'm going into a nice working atmosphere. However, the current working atmosphere has been tainted by the green-eyed monster in the form of the eeeeeeevil girl in our office (you know, the bitch I've mentioned before). It's a shame cause I've actually been getting on with her and it's been all right - but since news broke that me and Cheeky Irish had been put forward for this job (and thus, not her), she's barely said more than two words to us, and has been stropping around the office ever since. Her being sick this week caused problems also, as I had to do all the work the she (lazy dump that she is) hadn't. So, my Friday was fun. She's the kind of person who wouldn't even apologise though - and no doubt will find someway of blaming her lack of work on someone else. Uck. Still, not much longer to deal with her - and everyone else is getting on great, so should be fine.
Am really enjoying these Shakespeare Retold dramas on the BBC (though as Sianodel points out - since Shakespeare himself was retelling most the stories anyway, it's a bit of a daft title). They do follow the plots and character dynamics very closely, and the acting has been top notch so far too. Macbeth's plot stretched a bit, but the actors made up for it. However, I think the BBC may have made their first casting blunder with tomorrow's Taming of the Shew - casting that plastic woman from Hustle (you know, the one who's supposed to be gorgeous, but basically looks like a shop mannequin with less facial expression) - and as Bianca - the cute younger sister who I guess I normally see as small and blonde, and well, considerably younger than Kate.
I mean, look at her - she looks about 40. Tut. Suppose they had to use her somewhere, but I fear she will annoy me - and Taming of the Shrew is one of my favourite dagnamit!
Anyway, watch it - I reckon it'll be good despite it.
Ooh, and went to see the new Harry Potter movie. Short review = 50% brilliant and 50% rubbish. But when it's brilliant, it's really brilliant, so definitely worth a watch. Even if it's just for Snape's scene. Ah, Alan Rickman. *drooooooool*
12:42 pm
Monday, October 31, 2005
ME : (catching sight of my reflection in the window) Uck. Look at my yucky wide hips. I’m such a chubmo.
CHEES’M: Aw, I love your wide hips.
ME: *Silence*
Fail.
Chees’m will now be held back a year in Boyfriend Lessons 101
1:33 pm
Sunday, October 23, 2005
AAAAARRRGGGHHH!!!
*Throws Soduku game out window*
Pissing stupid game.
2:04 pm
Thursday, October 20, 2005
A few weeks ago I saved the life of a wood pigeon.
There’s a little woodland place next to the studio I currently work at – home to a whole range of birds and woodlandy type creatures – and occasionally they venture into the studio grounds. Walking back to my car just before dusk I noticed two birds crash to the ground. Initially I thought it was a bit of late year mating, but then noticed one of the birds was clearly in distress. I ventured over only to see one bird drag the other further away. Odd behaviour. On closer inspection I realized the bigger bird was a hawk, and had pinned a wood pigeon. I knew if I walked towards it, it would fly away and leave the pigeon be, as it was blatantly too big to fly away with. Maybe this was the wrong choice – after all, a hawk deserves to eat. But in the moment I saw a defenceless creature being attacked and marched over. The hawk flew off, no doubt silently cursing the nasty human that had botched up its supper plans. I approached the pigeon – suddenly worried in case it had been maimed beyond repair and that I had left it suffering. Would I have to do one of those weird nature program things and snap its neck to show it mercy? Not something I’d imagine going very well.
However, on closer inspection the bird seemed fine – not a mark on it. I bent down to check and despite a fast rate of breathing and no doubt a racing heart, all was well. Being in such close proximity to a creature who’s life I had saved was a weird moment, and I leant over and stroked its wings gently, whispering comfort noises and hoping it would get itself together and fly off before the hawk came back. After a few moments, it calmed and flew off to live its second life (for having come so close to death how else could a little pigeon view it). I stood and watched it fly, and despite misgivings about interfering in nature’s way, I felt I’d done the right thing.
And now I’ve been thinking.
What if the little bastard had bird flu?!
8:05 am
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Uck. I feel like a big blobby thing with blobs on.
See that pic to the left of my blog? The fabulous Fray. I used to have a figure not far of that. Skinny weeny, skeletal me. True, I'm enjoying my much enlargened cleavage I now have to flaunt, and the fact that I have a nice jaunty and sexy curve to my hips and bum, but... maybe it just needs to tone a bit. Or something. Cause I'm starting to feel flabby and unattractive. Am terrified of becoming one of those women with little tops and enormous asses. Which I can see happening. I need exercise. Problem with exercise is time - in that I have little. Certainly not enough time to go to the gym. So. Home exercise videos it is then. Hmmm. If only they weren't all peppered with annoying z-list celebrities. Some careful selection required methinks.
Ooh, and the corset has returned. Hurrah!!! One of the wardrobe ladies put it away, thinking it was something likely to get stolen if left hanging around (ahem, Bron). But anyway - all's well and it is soon to be returned. Just in time for Halloween - excellent. Now if someone would just have a party I'd be sorted.
Am most looking forward to a trip up north with the Cheesy this weekend, and very excited to meet Southern Bird's new squeeze. Got some fab tickets for Romeo and Juliet, so should be a lovely cultured evening.
Now if I can just find something that still fits me to wear....
8:29 pm
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Does anyone get the feeling that the Earth at the moment is just shaking itself like a dog trying to get rid of its fleas?
All these sodding natural disasters all so close to each other - if I was a God fearing lass I'd be wondering whether he'd been having a chat with this year's Noah and that somewhere a pair of every animal was being loaded onto a space rocket in preparation for the Earth's cleansing. Let's hope this time dumb ass Noah leaves the wasps, flies and spiders behind.
Ridiculously severe Hurricanes, Tsunamis, and now a completely faith-shaking Earthquake where the death toll currently stands at 180000. Global warming, or just the Earth getting bored with us and figuring out how best to get rid? In other words - is the human race's time on this planet running out? Best get working on those space stations boys. I'm not sure how many more musical fund raisers I can cope with. (Yes, we all know there's already a concert being planned, loosely named the Earthquake Relief Appeal). I know muscicians generally have no other way of making themselves useful, but surely everyone would be better off if they just donated a sizeable part of their ridiculous pay packets? Sell off one of their 10 holiday homes and thus rebuild an entire apartment block.
I shall be interested to see how long this earthquake stays in the news. Obviously we've been bombarded with America's hurricane for weeks, but our papers lose interest pretty damn quickly when something tragic happens in the more Eastern areas. Fingers crossed this tragedy won't be some quick blip on the headlines like that mass human stampede in Iraq which killed hundreds on the same week as the Hurricane.
Golly, all feeling rather bleak today, isn't it. Maybe it's cause I'm ill again - I think I've caught a different persons germs, which is leaving my head bunged up and just feeling all achy and sorry for myself. Again. Plus I'm mourning the loss of my favourite red corset as seen in the show in July:
It seems inevitable now that some little arse has stolen it from the theatre - since it has been gone for 2 months now. Am sulking big time, and occasionally having little stomping furies - but what can you do when people are arse-holes? Not a lot.
10:47 am
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Busy busy busy. *Flusters*
Apologies for my rubbish commenting prescence for other bloggers lately. I suck. There's no time, I tells ya!
Had to work today in fact! Saturday – bleurgh. But on the plus side, cause of the use of a certain location, I got to see inside the Hammersmith Ark. (It’s a big building near the Hammersmith flyover that looks like a boat on the outside. Hang on, let me see if I can find a picture…. , ok here: )
What I didn’t realise is this building is empty. Completely empty. Apparently there used to be offices but there were insurance problems because people kept getting sick. Sea sick. No seriously. Weird weird people.
Anyway – it’s very pretty inside. I just can’t believe it’s sat there with nothing in it. What a waste. They should turn it into some sort of gallery or something – at least make it more useful than a film set – which seems to be all it’s good for at the moment.
The Cheesy is also mega busy this weekend – leaving me with a Sunday of mooching around trying to find things to do that means I don’t have to tidy up.
Also planning on venturing to Manchester next weekend to treat Southern Bird to a Birthday trip to see Romeo & Juliet – if you’re around next Saturday night, you’ll find me loitering around the foyer of the Royal Exchange.
Right. Must sleep.
7:13 pm
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
I have flu.
Well, I have a sore throat and a whole lot of snot. And a distinct feeling that the snot is a by product of a leak in my brain. So I conclude flu.
And if that wasn’t bad enough I was victim of a spider attack this morning. The valiant Cheesy leapt out of bed on hearing me wail loudly from the bathroom, bounding in to find me snivelling over the bathtub, glaring accusingly at the evil spider that had fallen from my head towel. If I hadn’t had my insane paranoia about spiders in my towels and shaken the blasted thing first the little bastard might have nested in my hair or crawled into my ear and eaten my brain. Anyway, the brave Cheesy sent the evil creature to a watery grave – making up for previous evil-boyfriend-behaviour-whilst-girlfriend-is-ill, such as making me wash up (shocking), and taking pictures of me whilst snot nosed and crusty eyed (plain evil). I demand to be pampered like a princess whilst I am ill, damnnamit!
Anyway, I’m off to spend the day sneezing at a computer and hopefully passing my germs on to my less likeable work colleagues.
6:37 am
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Yup – still alive. This job has been hard work and kept me busy, hence the lack of postage (no, not stamps). It’s also been weird being back in the mix of office politics. My last job was so laid back no one gave a monkey’s who got one of over who. But this place is full throttle. It’s not unpleasant. Just… I have to think about what I say before I say it a bit more. Which of course, for me, is tough. (“Accounts Boffin” springs to mind). Why do people have to be so… power hungry? You know? Can’t people just do their jobs and then go home? Why does our position at work hold so much appeal to us? Especially if it’s a position obtained by manipulation and blind-sighting rather than actually working hard? Weird weird species.
Finally got to see Pride & Prejudice. There’s something a little depressing about paying to see a movie you worked on, but then I did kinda snub the opportunity I did have to see it for free. Cause basically the people I worked on with this were arseholes in the first degree. A psychotic schizo rodent-like boss who seemed to get a kick out of telling me how shit I was; and Baron Greenback who used to sit on her bus-wide arse looking smug most the time.
* Deep Breath *
Anyway. I got a higher ranking on the credit than someone I deserved to have a higher ranking over, but didn’t actually have during the movie. Which means whichever blessed person put together the credits maybe knew what shit I was dealing with and corrected the matter. So, that made me feel rather chirpy whilst leaving the cinema.
And the movie? A damn sight better than I thought it would be. It has its problems. Keira Knightley has made an improvement, but her ‘isms a still forefront – regular pouting, her “I’m so cute aren’t I?” grin, and that kinda dead look behind her eyes. But… that said, she wasn’t as unbearable as I suspected she would be. I think there could’ve been a better actress in the role, but she’s watcheable and likeable, which I suppose is a start. Matthew Macfadyen is the one to watch anyway – yummy yummy yummy. And a great actor to boot – you really believe he’s who you’re watching, rather than feeling he’s an actor “doing” someone. (No filthy jokes thanks).
The film itself is also very good overall, but it has its dodgy moments – a hammy scene involving a ballroom of people disappearing in one of those “it’s only them” moments; and a rather implausibly well timed (albeit sexy) entrance from the mist. And a distinct lack of a steamy snog. I know it’s Austen – but people surely had a bit of a smooch, didn’t they? Ah well.
Right, more weekend mooching.
2:06 pm
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Sometimes, when I visit the GrandMomos and GrandPopos - I get swamped with an overwhelming sense of paranoia that I'm somehow living in a sitcom. You want your loopy working class lancashire old folk stereotype? My lot have got it in reams. To be fair to the PopoGrandMomo (think about it and you'll understand what I'm saying there), she was doped up and recovering from a hip operation - so her weird stories about occurrences that blatantly haven't taken place, can be excused. My theory is the old dear isn;t able at the moment to distinguish between dreams and reality - as her stories have that dreamlike quality to them.
"I saw you, Son, walking down the corridor with another man, and you were ignoring me, and I kept yelling and you didn't bother, you horrid thing - and then you started lifting barrels and your back's supposed to be bad"
"Ooh, a young man came in and tried to sell me a sandwich, but I told him no, and then he went and ate it! Cheeky thing"
Try telling her she's dreaming, and you look like you've told her she's just flashed her knickers to the whole ward. Still fairly sharp though - picked up totally when I was patronising her and mocked me thoroughly for it. Sharpness became less impressive when she started waving to a lady over the room, insisting it was another GrandMomo in our family. That and the aged Asian gentleman next to her who apparently was speaking German (not quite) and as far as she was concerned was most certainly a Nazi. First Asian Nazi I've come across, but I suppose one has to keep an open mind.
Her attitude to the PopoGrandPopo was as usual though - throwing a bit of sweet wrapper at him, grinning and saying "Ooh, I wish that was a rock".
The other side of the family was just as entertaining this weekend. The MomoGrandMomo is on a new drug that on the one hand is making her much more talkative and lucid, but on the other extremely blunt. In that I'm-Going-To-Say-What-I-Think-Whether-You-Like-It-Or-Not kind of way. One of my younger cousins is bearing the brunt of being an "ugly baby".
Momo: "There's no such thing as an ugly baby, Mum"
MomoGrandMomo: "Yes there is - she was one. She was an ugly baby!"
MomoGrandPopo is generally just looking harassed through all this and making talkie-talkie signs over her head at any given opportunity. Though his current mice catching schemes kept me very amused. Noticing the humane mouse trap in their kitchen I enquired as to whether they had a mouse. Apparently they'd had two, but not anymore. After catching the first one in the humane trap, MomoGrandPopo had instructed one of my male younger cousins to put it in a bag and whack it against the garden wall. The second mouse caught in the humane trap, MomoGrandPopo decided he would kill humanely by drowning it.
Hmmm.
Begs the question, why on earth bother with the humane mousetrap - snap the bugger's head off with the proper trap and be done with it.
I can't wait to be old.
5:09 pm
Friday, September 02, 2005
What?! I've been busy!
Edinburgh was fantabulous. Brendon Burns as wickedly amusing as ever, a second part to a show I saw a few years back was also very good, but doesn't stand alone as much as it claims. Madam I'm Adam was genius, as were the shows Adolf and Bacon (same actor). I'm sure at some point I'll elaborate on them more but right now I'm just playing catch up. Came home and spent a depressed week working hard and pining for my man. Nice BBQ on the Saturday to see off an old work colleague of mine who's about to start a job in Prague. Nice. Actually, it was a really nice evening. It's been ages since I've just hung out at a friends house - just had a laugh and stayed over and all that gumph. Not since University really. So that was cool.
Other than that, this week has been work, work, work (with all other hours being devoted to Cheesy reunion time - ahem). My hours are long again, and since I spend all of them staring at a computer screen, my mine desire does not involve a computer in my evenings.
Job has been really good so far - too much food on supply though. Sitting for 11 hours straight and eating a whole load of food is gonna get me fat real quick. No good at all. Yummy though.
Anyway, I'm pining again now, cause Cheesy has gone off on his canal boat thingy with the boys. (Don't ask - I can only assume it's some weird male-bonding-nature thing). So I shall sulk a while.
Weekend plans have gone a little up creek too, as me Granny went and broke her hip, so I'm off a-visiting. She's gonna be fine, we think - though her drugged up deliriums are apparently something to behold. To be honest, most things Granny says are something to behold.
8:39 pm
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Am bouncing around in glee today as before midnight passes I shall be back in the arms of my Cheesy. Would be bouncing even more if I wasn't suffering from cramps (yes, my womb clearly has a pissy sense of humour as far as timing is concerned), but I'm doped up and ready to snooze my way through 4 1/2 hours of Edinburgh train time.
Plans involve:
- lots of gross smooching and (unfortunately) some rather chaste hand-holding thanks to being scuppered by the womby one. Not that we ever do anything more than hold hands (Hi Momo & Popo!) - ahem.
- going to see the fantastic Brendon Burns at the Pleasance - he's my must see edinburgh fringe comedian
- wanted to see the other parts of the Tragedian, which is now a three parter. Timing doesn't work out unfortunately - so shows this year are going to be picked purely on what interesting leaflets get chucked my way, and what Cheesy can sneak me in for free for at his venue
- writing on top of Arthur's Seat - the play I'm working on at the moment, well... being that high up, it's kinda relevant. We'll see. I'm gonna try anyway - it might piss down the whole time, so who knows.
- and of course as much time as humanly possible with the man - get my Cheesy top up so I can last till he comes home at the end of August. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
And a mega congratulations to the Fluffy One, who got a spankingly fantastic B (no, not a bee Mother Fluff) for her A Level results. *Imagine a smiley here, dancing victoriously*
10:57 am
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Nuns in a protest - Hilarious!. Should I be working on such a project (which of course I'm not - ahem), I couldn't be prouder to be associated with a film that had nuns protesting on site. It would be like a small personal achievement - one of those things to do before you're 30. Get protested at by nuns. Class.
4:48 pm
Saturday, August 13, 2005
I had a dream last night that I went into a little shop and bought a Kit Kat with marshmallow in it, and another Kit Kat with Turkish Delight in it.
Get on with it, Nestle.
9:22 am
Friday, August 12, 2005
For the last three evenings, I thought I was a victim of hallucinations brought about by too much work.
Wednesday evening, when driving home from the studio, my eye was caught by something unusual. One of the trees near the road looked like it had smoke coming off of it - like maybe there was a fire at its base. How odd, thought I. But then the next tree had the same thing. And the next. And the next. Definitely not smoke. But it had the same effect - a grey whisty (is that a word? it is now) smoke like substance - streaming up from the leaves of the trees. Bizarre. I put it down to the fact that I'd been entering invoices for 11 hours and that my eyes were undoubtedly feeling the strain of staring at a computer screen so long.
But then I noticed it Thursday night - again feeling quite disconcerted about it. But again - a long day staring at the computer screen.
Tonight, I spotted it again - fluid grey smoky strands drifting upwards. Unable to cope with the mystery I pulled over. I stared at the tree in question. The strands were definitely there - it wasn't just my eyes playing funny with the light.
Suddenly the mystery of nature seemed to peek at me - was it a new phenomena. Maybe an aura or something outlandishly improbably like that?
I got out of my car and moved closer to the tree. The closer I got the more sure I was it would disappear. But it didn't. So I got closer. And closer. And then finally I was close enough to see what it was.
Midgies.
Bloody midgies.
Thousands of the little bastards, bouncing around the air above the trees in weird little strand like formations.
Mystery of nature? Pah. Bloody midgies.
Did get me thinking though. In the 25 years of my existence, I've never once seen that. Is this a new thing? Have any of you lot seen that before? How can I have gone 25 years and never noticed it. Weird. Guess there's always something new to discover. Even if it is just the behavioural patterns of sodding midgies.
6:56 pm
Thursday, August 11, 2005
New job is going ok so far. Blurred vision from staring at the blasted computer screen all day, but it's all easy enough.
Troll-Girl seems manageable, but is indeed as unpleasant as they come. Goods news is she's more whiney bitchy than vicious bitchy - and whiney bitchy you can ignore. She does that thing of making a bitchy comment as well, that you can't really tell is her being bitchy - you know, put downs in a jokey fashion. Best retaliation to this is to join in on the joke - as long as your laughing by the end of the exchange she doesn't feel like she's made any progress.
The bitchiness I cope with - her laziness may be what causes me to chuck a calculator at her head in the near future. After spending the morning repeatedly whining as to how busy and over worked she was, she preceded to spend most the afternoon gossiping on the phone. That's gonna get irritating real quick.
Ooh, and I get a photo ID card - snazzy!
No messenger yet for those of you I normally whitter on with during the day - alas, I may never really be able to take advantage of chatting. We'll see.
6:16 am
Monday, August 08, 2005
Our oven is evil.
It works with two temperatures. Zero. And 300'C.
It has a particular hatred for fish and for burgers. Dare you put either in there for more than 10 minutes and it will produce what I fondly refer to as fucking-bastard-acid-smoke. The sole purpose of fucking-bastard-acid-smoke is to make you go blind. Nothing stings as bad as that shit. I'm serving a lone piece of fish onto a plate, full on tears streaming down my cheeks. The fucking-bastard-acid-smoke is like chopping onions to the power of 666 (Yes, it's THAT evil).
I'm just going to have to fry everything and get fat.
6:49 pm
So, how've I been keeping busy whilst the Chees'm is jaunting around Edinburgh?
Well, up until the weekend it was mostly junk food and a distinct lack of household cleanliness. However, effort is slowly being made to become self-sufficient and self-entertaining. An older play got a bit of a rewrite, and the prep for next thing is pretty much finished now. The next thing is a bit of a task - it's been working up a while, and there's a lot of material already, which I find slows things down tremendously - however, usually the end result is better. Birthday Greetings was written pretty much over a weekend after having the idea earlier that week - and while the play is enjoyable and fun, its lack of development does show. Problem is, after they've been written it takes a long time before you can come back to them and have the required fiddle. So perhaps, in the long run, that process is even slower. We'll see. It's an important one this next one - and the issues are too serious for me to just shimmy over them. It could either be the best thing I've written, or the worst. Again, we'll see.
Also there was some movie rental mania. (Blockbuster's 3 for 2 offer is gonna be majorly exploited this month). Alexander = snoooooooooooooooooze. My God was that movie dull. And Alexander was more whiney all star high school quarterback than son of Zeus. Terrible performance from Colin Farrell there. The Prince & Me = yes, I know I shoud've known better, but there's a crap sentimental slush part of me that loves cutesy romantic comedies. For God's Sake, I love "Ever After" - even with it's shitty accents. It's got Dougray Scott in it - it'll do. But anyway, Prince & Me is the lowest of the low for crappy romantic comedy, and not ever Julia (10 Things I Hate About You) Stiles could save it. Ah well.
Redeeming rental of the week though goes to Hotel Rwanda. This movie is a must must must see - if not just so you get a damned important history lesson about the crapness that is western society, then just watch it for the brilliant performances and the amazing true story that it concerns. Subtly and beautifully done.
I've also been trying to do DIY Yoga. I.e. have crappy Geri Halliwell tape and try copying it rather than forking out money and time at local gym. Yes, it's slow. Yes, it's annoying listening to Geri butt into the Yoga Lady's instructions, but hell - it's better than not doing it at all. And since Chees'm isn't around to point and laugh as I get stuck in stupid positions, now is the perfect time.
Mind you, my free time is going to be majorly snipped as of Wednesday - new job time. Big studio stuff, with me probably dealing with the Art Department invoices only. And if that sounds easy, you should see how many invoices those buggers troop out on a movie this size. Anyway - it'll be good for me to try out this environment. Plus it's only a short contract. Mind you, inside sources have already told me there's an utter Troll-Girl working, who apparently already hates me. Cause I'm new. And cause of the boss I've been working for. Riiiiiiiight. Bitch alert on high then. Anyway - there's another guy there she also hates - so we can team up and eat lunch together while the others glare at us. Oooh, it'll be like being back at school. Excellent.
6:22 pm
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Ooh, the guy who played the phone sex guy in the latest episode of "Extras" (actor by the name of John Kirk), is the same actor who played Joe in "Keeping Annabelle" when it was done at Soho. And very good he was too.
8:34 pm
In signing off mode now for the July show - so here are some of my favourite pics to summarise:
Keeping Annabelle
  
Waking
  
Birthday Greetings, Bottle of Wine
  
Also, that job that I didn't get a month or so ago, I now actually have gotten back today, which is good cause the current job only has a couple of weeks left in it. It's only on a month by month basis, but as this job proved these things do tend to drag out. It's gonna be all monotonous and soul destroying work - but it's a big studio movie, which always looks good on the CV - people are more willing to hire you if they know you're willing to sell your soul to work. Meheh. Start there next Wednesday.
Still missing the Chees'm. Dammit, it's annoying being co-dependant sometimes.
9:42 am
Monday, August 01, 2005
It's been a weird weekend. Entire range of emotions bundled together. Saturday morning mostly featured worry due to the very last minute drop out of a cast member due to illness. As parts to drop went, Scarlett was the easiest to replace, and Rachael Hilton stepped up to the job. If anyone was going to be able to learn a part in a day it's her = but it certainly did not help the nerves. After many hours of performance anxiety I was relieved to finally get to the theatre. The show was really great - but unfortunately I never quite relaxed. Not sure why - could well be because there were three different plays, the nerves built back up for each one. I totally forgot myself last year for Technically Speaking, which was really nice - but it didn't happen straight away, it took a few scenes. Also the atmosphere was notably different - I may be wrong, but I reckoned the audience was twice as much for Technically Speaking, and I was conscious of this throughout. I feel bad for the cast when the audience isn't what it should be - and the only reason it was like that was cause of one silly bint at the theatre who couldn't be arsed doing the press for the show. So that was a shame. But those we did have seemed to enjoy themselves - and that's the important thing. Keeping Annabelle went down well and warmed everyone up nicely. Waking was beautifully done, though Tom's lack of finesse with his lines was evident. But it was nice to see some real chemistry between the actors. Rachael of course rocked the house. Birthday Greetings was a pleasure to watch - the guys seemed like they were having so much fun, and I think that's what I always aim for. And Rachael (after ONE day of rehearsal) was brilliant. I have noticed a weakness in a way I write though - a lot of my stuff is dialogue orientated, and has a certain... rythym to it. If a line gets dropped (and in amdram this is inevitable), the scene falters and takes a while to pick up again. I'm not sure it's a problem I can fix though. Ah well.
Anyway, rest of the evening was quite lovely - chatted to lots of people I haven't seen in a while. Unfortunate thing about events like that is you never quite get to chat to people properly. Had some lovely sentiments from the cast (and a pretty prezzie - heh), and had lots of lovely drinks. Bonus.
And then there was Sunday - putting the Chees'm on a train to Edinburgh and driving a lonely journey home. Back here now in London I feel rather deflated. I face the most boring month ever - even Bron is pissing off for the whole month to America. (Tut).
Mind you, I'm sure I'll keep myself busy, but it's a bit of a come down after all the activity of the last few months. I suppose things have to stop at some point.
Anyway - thanks to those of you that came on Saturday, and sorry if I didn;t chat to you all as thoroughly as I would've liked to. I'm off to find some maudlin music to listen to and feel sorry for myself.
6:54 am
Friday, July 29, 2005
Well, reports are good for the first night of the plays. Good audience number and good reactions according to my spy. Lots of laughter (which is of course good), and even some tears at Waking (which is also good, and a testament to Rach and Tom). It's funny - there was one scene I so nearly took out of Birthday Greetings, thinking it was a bit 'much', yet it seems to be the most popular bit as far as hysterical laughter is concerned! Bizarre.
So... am very excited to see it. And a whole bunch of people I don't often get to see. Excellent.
Off to Chorley with me!
2:36 pm
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
I want the Big Brother kitten!
Gimme!
2:54 pm
Am in a fantastically great mood this morning. Partly due to be doped up on co-proxomol as a result of temperamental neck muscles, but mostly due to a letter received this morning, which revealed that the hag-witch who crashed into me has FINALLY accepted liabilty for the accident. Hurrah!!!! That nasty little weight has now been purged from my mind, and should mean my insurance rates will drop down again. Thankfully!
And also been cheered up by these fabulous looking Pics for the show - look and go "Ooooooooooooooooh".
9:20 am
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Gawd - why are Tuesdays so slow?!
I feel like my brain is going to eat itself in frustration that it's only 11.58 and it feels like frickin 3pm!
Ack.
*Sulks*
10:56 am
Saturday, July 23, 2005
Exciting Stuff in Chorley
You know you want to ;)
8:30 pm
Friday, July 22, 2005
Hehe - been giggling at the new Press Pic taken for Birthday Greeting - Bobbie and Sue are completely transformed. And Becki (at the back) is wearing my exact outfit (wig included) I once wore to Poptastic in Manchester. Not that I can fit in it anymore - damnit. Excellent. Come and watch it!
2:54 pm
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Great. More shit kicking off in London.
Sounds so for more like a small group of twats have decided to have a go at the terrorist gig and cayse some ass-major panic. Panicked reports of nail bombs, chemical suits - but certainly nothing as major as what happened two weeks past. Apparently someone at Shepherds Bush threatened to blow himself up then ran off. Either someone with a shitty sense of humour, or who wasn't quite brainwashed enough to go ahead with it. The more I hear the more it sounds maybe like a little bunch of fanatics who decided to take a shot, but had neither the capabilities or the intelligence to build the appropriate weaponry.
Also reports of gunmen chasing a suspect at Kings College hospital and shots fired at Warren Street. And a bomb on a bus that just blew the windows out.
A warning? A way to perpetuate the fear? Or just a lame attempt? Time will tell.
1:22 pm
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Yes, I am bored and pissing around on Ebaumsworld, but I found something to challenge you all with. (The Mysterious Magical Popo should have use for this when next dishing out magic galore).
So... whilst sitting at your desk (or wherever it is you happen to be sitting), lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles.
Now, while doing this, draw the number "6" in the air with your right hand.
Your foot will change direction and there's nothing you can do about it.
Mahahahah
1:10 pm
MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
I really shouldn't find this so funny:
But I do.
1:05 pm
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Ooh, and yes - Harry Potter is very good. Possibly my favourite episode so far. The death, while expected in terms of story arc, is delivered in such a surprising and ingenious way - jk definitely knows how to add drama to the moment. It's the first time I've ever welled up aswell. In the other books, Cedric's death was just over and done very quickly - you barely had chance to register it had happened. And for some reasons Sirius' just didn't effect me - possibly to do with the whole falling-through-the-veil thing, rather than being presented with an actual dead body - in fact, overall I found Sirius' exit rather lame. Which is why part of me keeps expecting his return in some form or another. The end of this book leaves a lot of loyalties questioned - but I still feel sure of certain things and believe I've read the subtler signs correctly - we'll see. The romance element, while predictably slushy in places, is mostly handled well. There is a lot of snogging being bandied around in this book (and not between who'd you'd expect at all). But then that's what it was like at school - everyone just snogging everyone. With sex of course. (Not me - I was a good little virgin).
Anyway, apparently only 2 years for the last one. Bring it on.
1:48 pm
Well, the Cheesy one is off to Edinburgh after all - leaving me to sulk and mope around the flat for a month. Booooooo. Still, one must seize these opportunities to write and learn yoga without distractions. Pah - more like waste time cooking for one and watching too much shit TV untaunted for my taste. That's if his time in Brighton was anything to go by. Still, I shall make resolutions to definitely try harder this time. Good news is I can visit (what's a year without a visit to the Edinburgh Fringe!) - and even if he's very busy I know Edinburgh well enough to mooch around and keep myself entertained - it's a great city to wander around.
Am off home this weekend to help out in whatever way possible with the upcoming One Act Plays (see poster below). Mostly rooting out costumes and props a running lines with Tom, who has a troublesome habit of not learning lines - since he and Rach only have two days to get it all perfect next week, he needs to know them! Anyway, basically I'm going up there to be Bron's bitch and let her get on with the proper work. Apparently rehearsals are looking good though. Apart from having trouble getting on and off the sofa, the oldies from Birthday Greeting are really taking to it, and the youngsters involved have some excellent scenes which apparently are rather something to behold. Limbs everywhere! Caught some stuff from Waking the other week and it looks like it'll be great - as long as they both get their lines sorted. And Bron is meeting with Mike and KT this week for Keeping Annabelle - both are pros, so not to be worried about.
And then next week is the show! Get your arses to Chorley and go see it!
10:22 am
Saturday, July 16, 2005
You know you wanna buy a ticket:
If you do, drop me a comment/email
7:12 pm
New Harry Potter is excellent. Will blog more when my sleep is fixed.
6:29 pm
Thursday, July 14, 2005
I'm feeling ugly today. Uck.
8:54 pm
Well, that's not a memory that'll fade quickly - Piccadilly Circus at a complete standstill in complete silence. Quite beautiful in its way. Except for the silly bint who shoved me so she could get a better shot on her camcorder.
Am tired today - the heat is making it impossible for me to sleep at night. Apparently not a problem for the Sleeping Pig beside me - humph. Poking me with his arm, talking in his sleep (though this was quite amusing, as I got him to repeat his gobbledegook sentence three times - is it possible to sleep-sigh? Oh, and I wake up (for like the 20th time) at the wee hours to discover he nicked my pillow! So I hit him and took it back. Hah.
Sigh. Wish I'd had more sleep, though.
11:07 am
The moral superiority in our papers has taken a slight downturn since they discovered the bombers were home grown. Not that it’s gone completely – after all, they may be british, but at least they weren’t white Christians. Moral superiority safe then. Arses. The attacks on the Muslim community by right-wing fuckheads is also despicable, and not at all surprising. Since when were we so much better anyway? Sure, what these bombers did was atrocious, horrific and frankly, fucking selfish. But this isn’t the first time we’ve punished a community for the actions of a few. We’ve done far worse things and brought in far higher death tolls to Afghanistan and Iraq, based on the actions of a small group of Fundy nut-jobs. Iraq didn’t even do anything, anyway. But still we take the moral high-ground – after all, how dare anyone bomb us? We would never do something like that. Ah, but we're not nutty suicide bombers, so surely that's something? Er, no. Three guesses who the first suicide bombers in history were - Christians. In the crusades. Trying to kill more Muslims.
We are an advanced race, after all. And race is the key word here, not religion. We dress it up as religion, but it isn’t. Back in the IRA days, did we all shift uneasily when we realised we were sat next to an Irish Catholic? No. (Although Greg has always looked shifty to me-must be the beard ;) ). We didn’t, because then we recognised that the actions of a few do not represent the actions of the whole Irish Catholic community. And neither did we go bombing our way into Ireland to root them out. Because no country deserves that.
Oh, and if idiotic simpletons could please STOP leaving their bloody bags unattended, causing a complete sodding nightmare for everyone concerned, that would be nice.
Right, I’m off to go and observe the 2 minute silence in Piccadilly.
10:47 am
Monday, July 11, 2005
Onward we go then. The main thing for me was just getting through this morning, and from that onwards I knew it would be fine. So with nervous trepidation I set off this morning and took the same exact route I would normally take. Train into Waterloo. Tube train to Piccadilly. Today will be the most nervy, and then no doubt I'll sink back to the old routine with ease. Tis done. I had debated changing my route - maybe taking the bus or walking. But let's face it - buses don't seem a heck of a lot safer right now, and knowing me I'll start walking everyday only to walk my daydreaming ass in front of a bus. No, tis better to go one as normal, so the tiny-brained-arses who caused all this crap gain nothing but a fake ticket to their fake little heaven.
Journey was remarkably easy too - the tube train was, I thought, surprisingly quiet (guess I expected more people to be going on as normal, particularly since Bakerloo was completely unscathed) - the first three carriages were EMPTY. Completely empty. Thankfully my normal routine involves the last three carriages, so no compromising of my journey there. People seemed ok, though everyone shared a display of various nervous twitches/habits before they boarded the tube train. It's hard to put the fear out of mind. But as I say - today will have been the worst of it. After all, there are so many ways you can pop it in your lifetime - odds on a terrorism based death have still gotta be pretty high. What with cars, train, planes, murders, fires, drownings and all the other possibilities - it seems silly to obsess over just one.
So, on with life. Tis the way to go.
9:25 am
Sunday, July 10, 2005
Well, I really made the most of my long weekend:
It's a bloody addictive game, so be warned before you take the challenge of Breakit.
12:07 am
Friday, July 08, 2005
Birthday shout out to the Popo:
And bollocks to not being able to go home this weekend. Hugs and pressies imminent.
And also condolences out to Fat Arse, who has injured herself after falling into yet another piece of shrubbery. There is an anecdote I could post about a past shrubbery incident but I have a feeling she would never forgive me for it.
Also, just a note to show appreciation for the tons of texts from mates checking up on me. Just sorry I couldn't reply sooner due to the mobile networks going to shit.
Tis all for now.
8:29 am
Thursday, July 07, 2005
I am just sitting feeling indignant and angry now. I feel like someone's kicked my puppy. If that makes sense.
3:12 pm
Weirdness in the extreme then today. Surreal and nasty weirdness. Arrived in at London Waterloo this morning around 9.30am to find the entire tube closed due to a "power failure". I know they lie to avoid panic, but seriously - surely it would've been better to tell us there were explosions going on so that I could've turned my ass around and gone straight back to Twickenham. Instead I walked my ass right into Soho, got into the office and turned on the computer to read about a series of frickin explosions all over the place. And that all transport in and out of London was frozen. So a number of hours of sitting and listening as the thing developed from my laptop. So far, the fatalities seem minimal (certainly in the grand scale of terrorist attacks) - the worst incidencies seem to be the people stuck underground at Kings Cross and the bus near Russell Square. It was more weird than I can explain being stuck in the middle of it all, and yet not seeing a sign of it other than lots of sirens and an eerie lack of buses. Unreal, completely.
Anyway - I'm fine, and so far everyone I know and care about is fine. But it is nastiness indeed. Londoners seem to be portraying their stiff-upper-lip mentality excellently well, but I think the shock of this may not have sunk in yet.
Pissy pissy day.
1:58 pm
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
I stubbed my second-from-littlest-toe on the bathtub on Monday night, and it's STILL hurting. I think it might need an operation. And I'm getting a distinct lack of sympathy at home from the Cheesy one. I mean, really! I just mention that it's sore, and he's all, "I know", like I've been going on about it all day. Which I have, but that's not the point. It's rotten having a sore toe cause you have to walk around on the blasted thing all the time and make it sorer (is that a word?). Is a little sympathy too much to ask for? Is it wrong for me to be expected to be waited on hand and foot whilst I heal? Humph.
9:56 am
Monday, July 04, 2005
War of the Worlds
Hmmm, still trying to decide whether or not I actually enjoyed this film. It certainly has its moments. The acting is good enough (excuse me while I choke out that Tom Cruise was passable - uck, something must have warped my mind), particular the ever creepy Dakota Fanning-the alien child. The older son as well was very good - being young and angry and never bordering on just annoying. So all good there. Some of the visuals were also beautifully stunning - the front of the church building moving and the way it catches the light, the stunningly vicious way the lasers incinerate humans and the way their remains scatter over the terrified survivors, the burning train whipping past (pointless and non-sensical as its existence may be), the eerie beauty of clothes falling from the sky, and the disturbing vision of red blood plants choking fields as far as the eye can see.
But... there are too many plot holes. While I've always loved the way the aliens are defeated, if they've been planning this attack for millions of years, and studying the human race, surely SURELY they would have tested the water, the food, hell even a human itself. It would all make more sense if they were just an alien race that came across the planet and thought: "Fuck it, let's take this place" in a New World kinda way. Also - the space ships buried underground millions of years ago. First off - we've been digging around our planet for centuries and the idea that not a single one had been found is ridiculous. Also - if these things were trundling around our planet and burying stuff a million years ago - why the hell didn't they just move in then?! When we were silly ape men still beating ourselves over the head with clubs! Why wait a million years for us to bugger up most of the planet first. Pff. Stupid aliens - deserved to die for their stupidity.
The crashed airplane is a little too "Ooh, we're referencing 09/11", though the references to terrorism were amusing, particularly the "Europe?" line. And the plot does run out of steam - we spend WAY too long in a basement. The escape of detection seems only to be cause the things creeping around have crappy vision, hearing, and smell. And then comes the big commentary-on-the-human-condition-in-pursuit-of-survival moment, which either just isn't built up properly, or just doesn't fit. And then the movie ends. Really quickly.
So. Mixed bag then. Worth seeing for the visuals, but all in all just an excuse to blow things up.
9:07 am
Friday, July 01, 2005
New job is working out excellently well - especially since I get to leave at 2pm and still get paid for a full day today. Ah, tis the life. Tis a very rare life for the film biz too. Shall make the most of it.
The Bron is a visiting this weekend with Julian MkII, visiting Louise MkII for rehearsals for Waking. Hopefully the little scallywags have learned their lines.
Other than that, no doubt some chilling out, and a trip to see if War of the Worlds is any good, or just more Spielberg-AI-type crap (eurgh, that movie still makes me shudder). Oh, yeah - it's that Live 8 thing this weekend. I had no idea. They really should have better press.
9:47 am
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Teehee - just had to nick this from Ms Evidently, and share the good news with you all. Made me giggle.
8:38 am
Friday, June 24, 2005
Lol. Just heard on the grapevine from a friend of a friend that all the toilets at Glastonbury have flooded and covered everyone's tents and belongings with shit. A bit like the line-up then. Mheh
12:28 pm
I loved the finale of Dr Who - though it has left me with divided loyalties. Pining after the yummy Christopher Eccleston, (who I reckon should never have left the series) and giddying myself in excitement with the arrival of David Tenant, who has the best most infectious grin ever ("Ooh... new teeth... that's weird"). Excellent stuff.
Wonder what the Americans will think of it when they get it.
Weekend ahead seems fairly dull plans-wise - shall have to find something amusing to do methinks. Job stuff is working out - got indefinite work now with the new hunky boss (Tall Boy - if he was single I'd be blind-dating the pair of you RIGHT NOW).
Hah - and it's pissing down on Glastonbury - serves the silly buggers right for buying tickets to see Coldplay and Kylie (yes, her boob events are tragic and I know she's not performing there now, but people originally thought she was and bought tickets to watch her at Glastonbury, which is just wrong. Pop does not belong at Glastonbury. And Coldplay are just whiny gits. My that was a long sidenote).
Sigh. I'm bored. Anyone any ideas for stuff to do this weekend?
Oh, and for those of you who physically want to be sick everytime that little bastard Crazy Frog appears on our screens, warping our eardrums and making our eyes bleed - take a gander at this, and feel better.
10:15 am
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Oooh, and Terry Gilliam walked past me on the stairs yesterday! We really connected - it was special.
9:02 am
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Batman Returns Superbo. Most fantastico - good script, amazing acting and a great exploration of how you don't have to have supernatural abilities to be a superhero. Just loadsa money. Heh.
Musical Event at Royal Festival Hall Along with the Tall Boy saw that sublime Tori Amos seduce the audience, alongside some other great female performers such as Patti Smith (who even with a great voice always manages to look like she just walked off the farm), Sinead O'Conner (actually rather dreary and didn't sing the only song I know her for), Mary Ann Faithful (what a diva!) and Yoko Ono (the words small demented monkey noises comes to mind). Great evening though.
U2 Brrrrrrrrrrum! Rocking gig with great music and atmosphere. Make Poverty History campaign dominated, but if you've got a stadium full with captive audience you may as well push your agenda.
Work Am not working on the Da Vinci Code, and not all that bothered by the fact. Whilst big budget movies are nice to have on the CV they consists of drone work. Which can be very very dull. However, still on Kinky with new boss and having a laugh - success!
Weather Sweaty sweaty sweat sweat. And lots of leg shaving - pissy skirts. And it's making the Cheesy one extra frisky - go figure.
8:58 pm
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Jeez. You'd think working from home would be fun, but damn it's boring as hell. It's kinda like being under house arrest. Can't go out to the shops or anything just in case someone calls or emails and you end up looking like a slacker. Sure, you can get most of the work out of the way nice and quick, but you can never move far from the computer, and there ain't a hell of a lot of stuff to do all day online that doesn't eventually get boring.
Still don't know anything about the new potential job yet. I wish they'd just call you in the morning and get it done with. Normally at this time if they haven't called you expect it's a task for tomorrow, but I'm not relaxing on that chance. Pff. Bored and a half! Can't even relax enough to write. Pff. Stupid working-from-home-crap. It's like being home ill!
2:49 pm
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Have an interview for a job this afternoon - so fingers crossed on that one. It's a film regarding a certain painting and a *ahem* code (yeah, I've realised it's probably not so wise to name the productions, but most of you should get it from that).
They're already filming, so it's gonna be straight in to full whack if I get this one. Which is a pain really as I had nice things planned for the next few months. Writing, for one. Which will have to go on the back burner a while. Hopefully it won't stop TOO many of the things I wanted to do. Pff. Stinky film industry. I should just become a florist or something.
10:25 am
Monday, June 13, 2005
Wading back in...
I'll get to the crap job stuff later. Uck.
Ok - so, left somerset and drove up to Ludlow and had a spooky meander around the ruins of the castle there. I love old castles. I know Cheesy isn't really interested in history and what happened before, but I really am. I love standing somewhere that's so old, where so many people previously lived their lives and trying to imagine what it was like. So fun fun there. Then we drove on up to Church Stretton where we stayed in a rather swanky country-house style hotel, avoiding their restaurant prices by going to the bar across the road, but enjoying a delicious breakfast. Then off up to Lancashire we pootled. In the evening saw Sin City, which is a fabulous as I hoped it would be. I know not everyone gets it, but I found the whole thing just a feast to watch.
Sunday morning was the second round of auditions for the July show - the one act play called "Birthday Greetings" - brand spanking new this one. We cast all the older characters no problem, but were startlingly short on youngsters. Hopefully we've wangled it now for ex-"Technically Speak"ers Tony and Zoe to play Jeremy and Scarlett:
 
though I haven't heard back from BronTOne yet about that, or about the readthrough yesterday (hint hint missus!!).
In the evening finally got a long to a Comedy Sportz show along with BronTOne's new flame (there's a pun there), and had a thoroughly enjoyable evening. Not been to one of these shows for AGES, and have missed them - those guys are hysterical. Though Ref BronTOne dragged me up on stage for "Sing For Your Audience Member", which had the troupe singing about my life (highlights include my accountancy lifestyle, meeting a boring Colin Firth, and living in sin with "Beardy Man" (aka Cheesy)). Funny, but oh so embarassing.
Onward, and lots of excursions with Momo and Popo - to a windswept day out in Llandudno and Conway (including a rather thrilling toboggan ride which to be fair was scarier when I was 5 and my Dad was steering). Also paid a trip to the old home in Llanfairfechan. Popped in to visit Fat Ass and Zaney's place in Wilmslow and go for supper - they're still not-engaged (it's a long story), but there will be a proud banner here whence the day arrives.
Then was the sun drenched trip to the Lake District, where my map-reading skills nearly saw the demise of me and Cheesy. We went rowing on Lake Windermere, and I sent us right out into the great beyond of the thing where we experienced waves. Big waves. In a little boat. Pee my pants? Very nearly. Anyway, soon out of the black pit area and rowing calmly around the little island we were meant to be at in the first place.
Back down to London on the Wednesday, stopping off at Stratford Upon Avon to go "Ooooh" a little and eat some cheap lasagne, and then home for chilling out (and Cheesy job hunting time). Saw Mr and Mrs Smith, which is enjoyable enough popcorn stuff, though don't expect a plot devoid of holes, nor a whole lot of sense. Some boozy drinks Friday night with the Goulden and Sianodel (most enjoyable), which turned into a drowning of the sorrows for me. For alas, my next job is no more. I was supposed to be working a couple more weeks on my current thing, and then July-ish I was gonna start on "Soul of the Age", which was the Shakespeare-didn't-write-his-stuff thing. Would've kept me sorted till Christmas, except Sony got cold feet and pulled the whole thing. Gits. Leaving a whole lot of people with a whole lot of nothing to do. I'm also frustrated cause I think it would've been an amazing film - the script was truly one of the best I've read, so it's a shame they're not doing it. So, anyway - the new job hunt commences. I'm fine for the next couple of weeks at any rate - it's just annoying to have to faff about finding something new - especially since I had about 6 job offers last month (which by now will all be filled).
Was cheered up on Saturday with a gig for the Tigerlillies, who were astoundingly brilliant. If you ever get the opportunity, go see, go see! And Sunday was Me-And-Cheesy-Model-Day. Old Uni/Theatre chum, Max has a gallery showing coming up for his photography (see here for the wonderful pics he takes), and he needed people to fill out the portfolio, so we are now immortalised (whether this turns out to be a good thing or a bad thing will depend on how I think my face looks - heh).
And that's everything up to day - tadaaaaa!
12:06 pm
Friday, June 10, 2005
Now then, where was I?
After an evening back in London, I then drove down to Brighton to pick up the Cheesy one and become acquainted with his now fully advanced beard. I took him home and made some further acquaintence (enough said).
Then off to Somerset with us, to visit the Cheesy folks and bro. Our trip to Bath went down the plughole (oh the punning joy!) due to copious amounts of rain and a distinct lack of open cinemas. We trundled over to Wells and caught a screening of the last and final (we hope) Star Wars instalment. Yeah, it's pretty poo. I mean, it's better than the first two pooey outings, but that ain't really saying much. It has it's moments, but the script is appalling, and the repeated device of having Yoda say a standard movie line backwards ("Not if anything to say about it, I have") was just annoying. Could've all been so much more interesting. But I didn't feel like I wasted my breathing and motor function skills watching it like I did when I watched the Matrix crap. So, not a total bad result.
Spent some lovely quality time with the Cheesy folks, and took a nice trip to Weymouth, where the weather perked up a little. Sandwiches on a blustery beach took me right back to my childhood holidays, which was rather nicely nostalgic.
Hmmm, gotta stop a sec - just found out my next job has fallen through!
4:06 pm
And so I return. Apologies for the absence but I have been a travelling bee - and then I've just basically been trying to figure out where the hell to start with what's been going on.
Soho Slam
So yeah - the Slam was rocking fun. Particular favourite pieces for me were "Does The Pope Smoke Sope", "The Interview" (belonging to the multi-talented RocketLeafSalad), "Adventures in a Yoghurt Shaped Pot" (which won, darn it), and "Bus Stop" (poetry at its best). Yeah, arrived to discover there was a whole voting system - which only served to increase my sweating rate. Seriously, I sweat so badly when watching my own stuff - it's weird. I'm not a naturally sweaty sweaty person. But my piece went down well, which left me breathing a little easier, but the sweat thing has a tendency to continue once its started. Especially since we had a whole row of ASBOs behind us (yeah, heckling youths - always entertaining in a theatre). Was nice to find that the writer of the winning piece (AIAYSP) said he voted for mine. (I'm afraid I couldn't return the sentiment, as me and RocketLeaf entered into a disgraceful vote swapping scheme, but he seemed like a jolly nice bloke). I also discovered that I was only one vote behind the winning piece. This wouldn't be a rather amusing piece of info if one of my party (Mr Goulden Moments, ahem) hadn't decided to vote for another piece he felt sorry for. Tut. Actually, it's fine, cause the ASBOs heckled the winning piece (they wanted their mate to win), and I don't think I could've handled the critics!!! Anyway, thanks out to Momo, Popo, Sianodel, Mr Goulden (Ahem), Small Yappety Dog and Filmy Alex for making the journey over to see the show.
Next day saw my driving back up north with Momo and Popo for numerous northern Sunday activities. Sunday morning held the auditions for Waking. If not a little predictably we cast the fabulous Tom and Rachel - both of whom played Julian and Louise in "Technically Speaking" last August - for those of you who saw it, below is a reminder:
 . Me and BronTOne also made a decision to sneak the 5 minute version of "Keeping Annabelle" in, following on from its "Soho Success", casting the lovely Mike (another Technically Speaking talent in the form of Paul):
and hopefully also Comedy Sportzer KT, who we haven't had performing on the Chorley stage for far too long (what with being an Oxford boffin these days):
 .
Sunday evening was Mr Gregorian's 30th birthday jubilations - and since it was his 30th, of course I had to give him children's toys. There's no other way. Also finally got to meet the delicious Southern Bird, but unfortunatly she and Stig could not stay long as their poorly dressed mate couldn't get in the bar (only the most exclusive bars for Gregorian's birthday dontchaknow). Spent a lovely night and brunch with Tall Boy - cut irritatingly short by my need to travel back to London to return a dumb ass skirt that was broken.
Break here - a Cheesy reunion, more auditions and holiday fun to come!
9:39 am
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Just a quickie before I'm off to Chorley - Soho Slam went really well. Will provide more details later, but my stuff went down really well, so am a happy bunny.
Enjoy the bank holiday!
7:42 am
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Right, so - plan for the week. Best fill ya in, cause it may be a while before I'm actively internetted again.
Soho Slam on Friday night (Tickets 0870 429 6883, or www.sohotheatre.com/book for you last minuters), which should be fun. Drinkies and then making sure the Momo and Popo are tucked up in bed at a reasonable hour. Then we're driving up north on Saturday, and the most of that day shall probably be relaxing time I would reckon. Sunday at 11am I join the BronTOne for auditions. Oops... now have I mentioned this? Hmmm - just in case. Me and BronTOne are teaming up again for a show in July at CADOS, following the storming (;)) success of Technically Speaking last year. We're doing two one-act plays, one being Waking (as at Edinburgh last year), the other being a newbie called Birthday Greetings. The latter will let the older members of CADOS have a go too, and I'm quite looking forward to see how that one turns out (though I think Popo may end up suing me for blatant plagarism of some of his jokes/anecdotes). Anyway, we're auditioning Waking this Sunday at Chorley Little Theatre, and then Birthday Greetings next Sunday. So, good fun all round as per.
This Sunday evening I'm mooching over to Manchester to toast a drink to the 30th birthday of Mr Greg, so any of you in the area of Kro2 that evening should pop in and look for the rowdy people.
After an evening cooing over Tall Boy and his girls, I shall be pootling back down south on Bank Holiday (swell). Then (breath) Tuesday I go and pick up the Cheesy one and from there it's all a bit of a mystery. We may well go over the map to Somerset etc, and then come back up north later - but it's all a bit unplanned. Basically we have two weeks off, and we wanna use them well. Lots of toing and froing from London. Though the holiday idea seems to have been snuffed now - doesn't matter how cheap the deals are, something always bumps up the cost, and we just can't afford it at the mo. I reckon we'll probably save up and go somewhere at Xmas time. Who knows!
So, busy times ahead. Woohoo!
1:57 pm
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Just got back from the rehearsal. First impressions are that I left feeling good about it all rather than sinking with dread. The actors are both really great - the guy looks familiar but I can't place him, and the girl I know I've seen in stuff at Soho. Mr Director pants aswell definitely seems to get what the piece is about, and is working with them really well. But it looks as if one rehearsal is all the pieces get - and that the show will be performed scripts-in-hand. So those of you coming along on Friday, be prepared that it's not an all dancing script free production. That being said, it still looked really good even with the scripts in hand - the actors are pros and make it work.
There were of course "the questions", and I was relieved that I actually knew the background of these characters, as I was asked about this in particular. Managed to give some coherent responses, with minimal (but not non-existant) giggles. If I hadn't had to return 5 minutes after I left cause I'd forgotten my sweater, I might have actually made the impression of a normal human being. Pff!
2:12 pm
My it's quite amongst the blogging community at the moment. Is there a strike I didn't receive a memo about?
Am off shortly to check out the rehearsal for the Soho Slam thing this Friday - as always I am nervous when I meet new people. Especially theatre people - they tend to ask me serious questions like, "What inspired you to write this", "Where do you get your ideas from?", "What are you trying to say". All of which of course, I'm useless at answering. No doubt some idiocy or other will dribble out of my mouth at some point - may as well stick to form.
Momo and Popo are also trudling their way down the motorway tonight - which means tidying of the massive type. Tsk.
12:54 pm
Monday, May 23, 2005
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! The Cheesy one is back for a night.
*Skips off looking smug and giddy*
1:20 pm
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Time for you to meet the family (courtesy once more of the South Park Studio) :
Momo
Popo
and Fat Arse (unfortunately the studio didn't have an arse-widening device ;))
9:23 am
Monday, May 16, 2005
Went to Brighton at the weekend to get my Cheesy top-up. All seems to be going well down there for him - he's running the venue like a pro, and his Venue-Manager-Beard is coming along nicely. It was nice to be around the theatre environment again - Brighton has a way to go before it competes with Edinburgh, but it's making a damn good go of it. Plus, it;s nice to be at a fringe festival where there is actual fringe theatre going on, rather than semi-professionals flouncing about being "arty" or the dreaded influx of standups. I managed to catch two shows whilst down there. The first was Go Fish - which was really excellent. Lesbian drama not normally my thing, but the script for this was so good and it kinda related to everyone - lesbian or not. The acting was also excellent (one exception only), and the staging was great, although "movement theatre" popped up occasionally, but not so much that it left me annoyed with the production as a whole. The other thing I saw was "The Jaundice Table", which was bleedin awful. I think the actors make a damn good go at it (the two girls in it were particularly effective), but the material wasn't convincing - another student making a go at writing about madness. Sigh - when will they learn that nervous twitching, lots of shouting, vague weirdness, swearing and self harm does not the most convincing madman make. If you're not Sarah Kane, don't bother.
Weather was bloody awful on Saturday (is it me, or is Winter creeping it's sneaky ass in behind Spring), but it perked up on Sunday. Me and the Cheesy spent some time trying to find a holiday, but everything's so expensive this time of year - any suggestions for a holiday under £400?
Right, I'm off to wash up. Uck.
6:09 pm
Friday, May 13, 2005
On a continuing writing note, I just got a piece accepted for this:
Soho Slam
So, if you're gonna be in London on the 27th May at 7pm (and if not, why not!), and can afford the measly £5 ticket price, then come and join in the fun.
(Side note - all pieces are 5 minutes long, including mine, so even if mine's shit there's bound to be some good stuff to coo over)
2:39 pm
Today, I seek out the wisdom of you - the blog community. To try and reach a verdict about this:
The Play's The Thing
Good thing or Bad thing?
Amazing opportunity or Humiliating Reality Schlock
See, I really don't know whether to enter this thing or not - does entering this make me a writer so determined they'll do anything to get their work on the West End, or a sad loser who will appear on reality TV and make a tit of themselves.
Here so far, are my pros and cons:
PROS
1. It's the West End - surely any opportunity for writing put on there is worth the risk.
2. A fully fledged professional production of the writing - proper actors/directors/producers
3. Considering the response to most reality TV shows - the winner would at least make a decent wad of cash from the rights
4. It's the same company who did Musicality - one of the more "respectable" reality TV shows to go out last year.
5. Momo and Popo (and all the little Grand Momos and Popos) would go nuts to see me on TV
6. Friends and family would also get to go on TV - which I think they'd all rather like ;)
7. Where else am I likely to get a chance to get a West End production - even IF my writing's good enough, it might never get there through normal channels. Even in the likely event of me not winning, my writing at least will get viewed by some professional eyes.
CONS
1. It's a reality TV show - let's face it, not one of the most credible arenas of talent
2. Imagining that it's possible I get to the first round, this would then mean being on TV - something I feel sick just imagining. Acting on TV, maybe. Me. Nooooo.
3. I have a tendancy to open my mouth and let complete fucking rubbish come out when put in the centre of attention. Can you imagine the spastic nonsense that could stream out of me with a camera pointing in my face? Recorded forever. Seen by millions. Shudder.
4. If I were to get to the first round, but no further, I would have to face rejection on National Television. Everyone watching, and going awwwwwwww. Damnit. What the hell would I do with my face then?
5. These programs always try to make people cry. I have no desire to cry on TV - this is especially worrying cause I am very prone to crying if I'm yelled at.
6. Can you have any credibility as a serious writer if you've won a reality TV show?
7. The one reason I've always loved the idea of fame as a writer, is cause no one really knows what you look like. Sure, any face on the program would be forgotten eventually, but I don't think I'd handle visual notoriety well.
I write all these purely with the arrogant concept I'd get to the first round. Do I have material I think is worthy? I believe I do - ish. I think so. Certainly I have a commercially viable one - which is what they're after. Ack.
What do you think people? Good idea/Bad idea?
12:42 pm
I narrowly missed getting shat on by a pigeon at the train station this morning.
That would have been a crappy start to the day!
9:35 am
Thursday, May 12, 2005
So, Tony Blair's new campaign apparently involves more emphasis on anti-social behaviour and dealing with it effectively.
What's the first thing he backs in accordance with this?
Bluewater shopping centre's ban on youths wearing baseball caps and hoodies.
Genius. Truly. Remove the cap of power and all the problems clearly go away. Finally, our youth will be free of the evil influence of baseball caps, which have been whispering in their ears and plotting society's downfall.
Idiots.
1:33 pm
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
I have just been crying like a great pitiful muppet-type-creature. At a cartoon. Sigh. It could be a combination of racing hormones, and pitiful loneliness, but mostly it's the cartoon. Of the Little Mermaid. Oh, yes. But not the Disney version. (Yes, I am one of those saddoes who does actually like Disney's The Little Mermaid, but I'm not quite so bad that I'd cry at that particular cartoon).
Now - I'm not sure how many people are aware of this, so I hope I'm not insulting peoples' intelligence here - but the Disney version of the Little Mermaid is rather different from the original Hans Christian Anderson version. The cartoon I watched tonight is a rather old anime - I used to watch it as a child and adore it and recently managed (for nostalgic reasons obviously) to obtain a copy. The artwork isn't as fluid as modern stuff, and the script leaves a lot to be desired - but it gets me right in the gut. For those of you who don't know the real version, let me explain.
So, we start with Marina (rather than Ariel) - the youngest princess mermaid of the palace (go awwwww - isn't she pretty - she gets her tits out frequently anyway in this version)
 . She gets up to lots of mischief with her best friend - a little dolphin called Fritz, who also it seems has a bit of a weird crush on her. You probably are familiar with this part - she rescues a prince from drowning and it's all very dramatic
Though he gets a water-logged look at her in the ocean, he doesn't wake up properly by the sunrise, and with people around she has to leave. As a result he thinks this silly tart rescued him:
Of course, Marina falls completely in love with him. Despite her love for her family (everything at home is just spiffingly nice in this version - no arguments, just good family stuff), her love takes over and she decides to go see the Sea-Witch for help.
Unlike Disney's Sea Witch, this one has no hidden agenda - she's just a nasty piece of work who likes to make people suffer. She agrees to grant Marina's wish for legs on three conditions:
1. That she can never be a mermaid again, and thus never see her friends and family again
2. That she MUST win the prince's love. If she fails, the morning the sun rises after his marriage to another, she will die and become foam on the waves
3. As a price, the Sea Witch requests Marina's voice
Nasty old witch. The love-sick mermaid agrees and takes a nasty potion which turns her into a human. Fritz (the dolphin friend) is a bit distraught about this, and even when she leaves the ocean it's a tear jerking moment.
Anyway, princey finds her all nekked on the beach and takes her in. Even though she cannot speak, with time he seems to fall in love with her.
I say seems, because he sits down with her and tells her that the women he really wants is the silly tart who he thinks rescued him, but since he can't find her, he wants to marry Marina. (tut - men!)
But she's overjoyed, so it's all okay. But not quite. Mummy and Daddy aren't so happy with their son marrying some mute girl who washed up on the beach, and want him to be part of a marriage of convenience to a girl from another kingdom. He valiantly resists their attempts, but eventually is tricked into meeting her. And it only turns out to be the silly tart he thinks rescued him!
Floozy!
So, much to Marina's dismay - the happy couple get married, with barely a thought to poor love-sick Marina. Another tear-jerker moment is when Fritz realises what has happened, and swims off distraught, refusing to say goodbye to her forever (for of course she'll die in the morning).
On the wedding boat, Marina stands on the deck at night, awaiting the morning. Only Fritz and her sisters turn up. The sisters gave their hair to the Sea Witch for help saving Marina's life. They bring a knife - if Marina stabs the Prince in the heart, when his blood touches her feet, she will turn back into a mermaid again and be free. They leave her, hopeful for her return to them.
Marina sneaks into the Prince's bedroom and prepares to do the deed
As you can probably guess, she can't go through with it. She loves him, and his happiness is hers. She leaves, resigning herself to her fate, with a willingness to die with her love pure. Though he doesn't love her, she now knows what true love is - and is at peace with that.
The prince wakes up and rushes to the deck, to see Marina jump off the boat.
He finds her hairclip and a scale from her tail and suddenly (Bloody timing!) remembers the moment he saw her in the ocean. He knows who she was. (Waaaaaaa!)
This is all bloody too late - the sun has risen, Marina fades to nothing and becomes foam on the waves. Fritz frantically searches the ocean for her, shouting her name, confused, distraught and bewildered as to why she has not returned. This is the point by which I'm weeping like a baby.
So, the moral is - love sucks ;)
Or maybe it's just that men suck. Heh.
Anyway - I hope you enjoyed that little tail (you see what I did there?) - if you were bored, well tough titty - I needed to share.
x
8:13 pm
Sunday, May 08, 2005
I just went and bought depression food. i.e. Marks & Spencer Triple Chocolate Crunch cereal.
And now I'm off to watch this.
Hmmm, not off to a great start.
5:24 pm
I feel blue today. Drove the Cheesy One to Brighton yesterday and now I am alone and forlorn in my messy and empty flat. Boo. No doubt I shall find ways to entertain myself, and the quiet around the flat means I can write and focus my misery and loneliness into something creative. Right now I just feel unmotivated, down and half a person. Still, all in the greater good. These things must be done.
Maybe I could adopt a cat for the duration? I met the most enormous fluff ball of a cat whilst visiting Small Yappy Type Dog and Rockenspiel last night. The Yappy One has just celebrated her birthday nuptials, and at a pub we met the giant thing. Very docile and literally felt like I was holding a huge stuffed animal. Want one. Yes, I shall go and borrow a cat till my pooka comes home. Here kitty, kitty, kitty.
www.mycathatesyou.com
4:33 pm
Friday, May 06, 2005
Sigh.
I hope we start discovering other inhabitable planets soon. I really feel like moving.
9:16 am
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
And on a mature note, folks - don't vote for bloody Labour. We all know they're gonna win (stop fretting, there's no way Conservatives will do it), but the best way to show how pissed off we are with them is to batter their majority. If you are, or have ever been, a student - you owe it to the ones to come who will get battered by top-up fees.
2:30 pm
Oh dear. I've been bored. As you're all about to see. I've discovered a fantastic website that allows readers of this blog to be more discerning when selecting other blogs from my blog-roll to the left of the screen. Now they can have a mental image of what that blogger may look like. How? See thus below, a little image of me courtesy of The South Park Studio:
It's not great - someone may well be able to do me better.
Anyway, in my extreme boredom, I have created similar piccies for those on my blog-roll, so that those of you who do not know eachother may better be able to understand eachother. That and I just think it's funny.
So, first up
Cheesemongers Anonymous
Is it wrong for me to get turned on by my Cheesy's South Park character? Ah well.
BronTOne
Bron is frequently stressing out - hence her expression on this one
Goulden Moments
In travelling mode. And yes, his hair really does grow that way!
Gregorian Rants
I tried to find something to make him look Irish, but zippo.
Cheeky Minx
Not that he ever posts on his blog anymore...
Clive
The last time I saw Clive properly was at a Halloween party covered in bleeding wounds - hence the ones here
Southern Bird
I've never actually met S.B. in person, so I'm going off random photos and imagination here folks ;)
Rocket Leaf
The bat is for when she beats up her boyfriend i.e. frequently ;)
Wilkommen
Wilkies always tired.
Random Creature has her own on her blog and I'm afraid I haven't a clue what Blah Blah Blah looks like! Maybe she'll make her own.
Other occasional commenters on this site include
TALL BOY
He's much taller and gayer in real life
and SMALL YAPPITY TYPE DOG
This is when she's very very cross
Isn't creativity wonderful?
1:05 pm
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