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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, October 31, 2005
ME : (catching sight of my reflection in the window) Uck. Look at my yucky wide hips. I’m such a chubmo.
CHEES’M: Aw, I love your wide hips.
ME: *Silence*
Fail.
Chees’m will now be held back a year in Boyfriend Lessons 101
1:33 pm
Sunday, October 23, 2005
AAAAARRRGGGHHH!!!
*Throws Soduku game out window*
Pissing stupid game.
2:04 pm
Thursday, October 20, 2005
A few weeks ago I saved the life of a wood pigeon.
There’s a little woodland place next to the studio I currently work at – home to a whole range of birds and woodlandy type creatures – and occasionally they venture into the studio grounds. Walking back to my car just before dusk I noticed two birds crash to the ground. Initially I thought it was a bit of late year mating, but then noticed one of the birds was clearly in distress. I ventured over only to see one bird drag the other further away. Odd behaviour. On closer inspection I realized the bigger bird was a hawk, and had pinned a wood pigeon. I knew if I walked towards it, it would fly away and leave the pigeon be, as it was blatantly too big to fly away with. Maybe this was the wrong choice – after all, a hawk deserves to eat. But in the moment I saw a defenceless creature being attacked and marched over. The hawk flew off, no doubt silently cursing the nasty human that had botched up its supper plans. I approached the pigeon – suddenly worried in case it had been maimed beyond repair and that I had left it suffering. Would I have to do one of those weird nature program things and snap its neck to show it mercy? Not something I’d imagine going very well.
However, on closer inspection the bird seemed fine – not a mark on it. I bent down to check and despite a fast rate of breathing and no doubt a racing heart, all was well. Being in such close proximity to a creature who’s life I had saved was a weird moment, and I leant over and stroked its wings gently, whispering comfort noises and hoping it would get itself together and fly off before the hawk came back. After a few moments, it calmed and flew off to live its second life (for having come so close to death how else could a little pigeon view it). I stood and watched it fly, and despite misgivings about interfering in nature’s way, I felt I’d done the right thing.
And now I’ve been thinking.
What if the little bastard had bird flu?!
8:05 am
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Uck. I feel like a big blobby thing with blobs on.
See that pic to the left of my blog? The fabulous Fray. I used to have a figure not far of that. Skinny weeny, skeletal me. True, I'm enjoying my much enlargened cleavage I now have to flaunt, and the fact that I have a nice jaunty and sexy curve to my hips and bum, but... maybe it just needs to tone a bit. Or something. Cause I'm starting to feel flabby and unattractive. Am terrified of becoming one of those women with little tops and enormous asses. Which I can see happening. I need exercise. Problem with exercise is time - in that I have little. Certainly not enough time to go to the gym. So. Home exercise videos it is then. Hmmm. If only they weren't all peppered with annoying z-list celebrities. Some careful selection required methinks.
Ooh, and the corset has returned. Hurrah!!! One of the wardrobe ladies put it away, thinking it was something likely to get stolen if left hanging around (ahem, Bron). But anyway - all's well and it is soon to be returned. Just in time for Halloween - excellent. Now if someone would just have a party I'd be sorted.
Am most looking forward to a trip up north with the Cheesy this weekend, and very excited to meet Southern Bird's new squeeze. Got some fab tickets for Romeo and Juliet, so should be a lovely cultured evening.
Now if I can just find something that still fits me to wear....
8:29 pm
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Does anyone get the feeling that the Earth at the moment is just shaking itself like a dog trying to get rid of its fleas?
All these sodding natural disasters all so close to each other - if I was a God fearing lass I'd be wondering whether he'd been having a chat with this year's Noah and that somewhere a pair of every animal was being loaded onto a space rocket in preparation for the Earth's cleansing. Let's hope this time dumb ass Noah leaves the wasps, flies and spiders behind.
Ridiculously severe Hurricanes, Tsunamis, and now a completely faith-shaking Earthquake where the death toll currently stands at 180000. Global warming, or just the Earth getting bored with us and figuring out how best to get rid? In other words - is the human race's time on this planet running out? Best get working on those space stations boys. I'm not sure how many more musical fund raisers I can cope with. (Yes, we all know there's already a concert being planned, loosely named the Earthquake Relief Appeal). I know muscicians generally have no other way of making themselves useful, but surely everyone would be better off if they just donated a sizeable part of their ridiculous pay packets? Sell off one of their 10 holiday homes and thus rebuild an entire apartment block.
I shall be interested to see how long this earthquake stays in the news. Obviously we've been bombarded with America's hurricane for weeks, but our papers lose interest pretty damn quickly when something tragic happens in the more Eastern areas. Fingers crossed this tragedy won't be some quick blip on the headlines like that mass human stampede in Iraq which killed hundreds on the same week as the Hurricane.
Golly, all feeling rather bleak today, isn't it. Maybe it's cause I'm ill again - I think I've caught a different persons germs, which is leaving my head bunged up and just feeling all achy and sorry for myself. Again. Plus I'm mourning the loss of my favourite red corset as seen in the show in July:
It seems inevitable now that some little arse has stolen it from the theatre - since it has been gone for 2 months now. Am sulking big time, and occasionally having little stomping furies - but what can you do when people are arse-holes? Not a lot.
10:47 am
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Busy busy busy. *Flusters*
Apologies for my rubbish commenting prescence for other bloggers lately. I suck. There's no time, I tells ya!
Had to work today in fact! Saturday – bleurgh. But on the plus side, cause of the use of a certain location, I got to see inside the Hammersmith Ark. (It’s a big building near the Hammersmith flyover that looks like a boat on the outside. Hang on, let me see if I can find a picture…. , ok here: )
What I didn’t realise is this building is empty. Completely empty. Apparently there used to be offices but there were insurance problems because people kept getting sick. Sea sick. No seriously. Weird weird people.
Anyway – it’s very pretty inside. I just can’t believe it’s sat there with nothing in it. What a waste. They should turn it into some sort of gallery or something – at least make it more useful than a film set – which seems to be all it’s good for at the moment.
The Cheesy is also mega busy this weekend – leaving me with a Sunday of mooching around trying to find things to do that means I don’t have to tidy up.
Also planning on venturing to Manchester next weekend to treat Southern Bird to a Birthday trip to see Romeo & Juliet – if you’re around next Saturday night, you’ll find me loitering around the foyer of the Royal Exchange.
Right. Must sleep.
7:13 pm
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