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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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Tuesday, March 08, 2005
So... 25. Mid 20s.
I know, I know - everyone else 26 and up is like, "Quit your bitchin' - wait till you're MY age", and everyone younger is like "Shrug. It'll never happen to me"
Humph.
It's not bad really. I think it's just mostly cause I'm feeling extra reflective at the moment. Kinky Boots is drawing to an imminent close, and there's nothing else lined up at the mo - mind you, I've been here before and it's always worked out fine. I guess it's just cause you can hear the tumbleweeds bouncing across the British Film Industry at the moment. Fingers crossed it'll pick up soon.
So, a less than fussy birthday this year - being ill had a lot to do with that, as normally I try and at least organise something, but I've still been knackered even this week and generally unenthused for any great activity. That said, Cheesy gave the bravest birthday gift ever and took me to see "Phantom of the Opera" at the West End - though I think the only thing that kept him entertained were the stage tricks. It was lovely to be back in the london theatre though - I hadn't been there since I was 7 when I saw the show for the first time. Wonderfully nostalgic. It wasn't the best production of Phantom I'd ever seen. The Phantom himself was indeed awesome, but I found Christine irritatingly stage-schooly in her acting, but her singing was her saving grace. Raoul was just bloody awful - but then the stage production tries to make us hate him. That was one of the things that charmed me so much about the movie - it's the only time I've seen that character played genuinly and sympathetically.
Still, it was wonderful to be there live with the musical again - a very nice birthday prezzie. Also got a spankingly lovely necklace from little Spice, with whom I shared some drinkies that evening. Not terribly exciting since I'm still off alcohol, but genuine conversational enjoyment all the same. It's just a shame there really is dick all to do in London on a Saturday night unless you're loaded or don't mind being squished like a sardine.
Fat Arse got me the new Tori Amos album - a risky but very astute choice - and a massive bloody box of chocolates - which while delicious are putting my diet under serious risk. Heh.
And I also have a Vanity Far subscription on the way courtesy of Tall Boy - which I am most interested in. I shall feel so cosmopolitan!
Also an interesting looking book on highwaymen (STILL a script in progress - sigh) from the Cheesy Mum, and from my folks we're getting money for a new hoover cause ours is knackered (oh the domestication!). I'm determined to get one that's pink and shiny.
9:15 am
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