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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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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
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