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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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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
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