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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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Sunday, February 06, 2005
And so home-blogging returns - with a so far very nice service from Tiscali. Yee-haw and all that stuff.
Codes & Stuff
So... finally pulled my finger out and read the Da Vinci Code. I certainly got through it very quickly (in that, won't put it down, kinda way). To be honest, most of the actual book's plot annoyed me, but the conspiracy theory surrounding Da Vince and the Priory of Scion was fascinating (a love a good old "fuck with history" adventure). One thing I was most pleased about was seeing the pentacle vindicated.
I've long been a fan of this symbol, which I have always known to mean good things. I have a ring of it that's never off my finger, and have frequently had people point out that I must be some kind of devil-worshipper. Well, ah ha, no! Tis a divine symbol demonised by the church. Heh. I've long been barking on how religion has created society to oppress and fear women, creating strong associations with them and the devil (come on down, Ms Eve - the one fictional character to seriously screw the female chances in the world). It's all very interesting, and certainly covers a lot of research. So if your interested in all that - go read it and learn some stuff, but don't expect to be too overtaken by the overall plot twists and characters.
One Day I Won't Humiliate Myself In Front Of Movie Stars
One day. So, we had our wrap party for the latest film this week. Going solo for this one so had no one specifically keeping an eye on me. I came so close to actually being cool for once. I bumped into one of the actresses (of As If and Hex fame - have decided to avoid name usage these days) on the tube on the way, and managed to chat away like a normal person all the way there, through the entrance and past the cloak room without saying anything gigantically stupid. Success. (She's very lovely by the way - which no doubt makes things easier).
One alcoholic drink later - ONE - and I decide to pay a visit to the ladies room. Which seems to be up three flights of stairs. And I realise that only a few steps behind me is a rather yummy black actor (of Dirty Pretty Things yumminess). I have two concerns - create some distance (so as to avoid any awkward "I see you but I don't know you should I talk to you or ignore you" moments); and make sure my ass looks good as its sauntering away (it's important that one's ass looks good in WHATEVER circumstances). So I ascend the stairs at a jaunty little pace and wiggle - perfect. If I wasn't wearing 5 inch heels. And if there wasn't the LAST step on the stairs that was determined to make me take a tumble. Which I did. Flat on my ass. He's pissing himself, I'm laughing it off and then flustering into the ladies room (so close, yet so far) and dying of embarassment. Tsk. I don't think it tops my "Accounts Boffin" moment. Although I think I made it worse later - bumped into him later at the bar when he was with another work colleague I know quite well. After announcing that he wasn't used to "seeing me vertical" (I swear, I didn't know what I was saying!), I scuttled away and vowed never to speak again.
And so continue the Adventures of Rachel - the girl who should live in a hole.
9:09 am
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