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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, 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):
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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
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