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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, May 22, 2006
AAAAAAAACK! A spider just crawled from my hair on to MY FACE!!!
*Shivers in a corner*
Don't worry - it's dead now.
In brighter news, an american friend sent me some peanut butter M&Ms - which are awesome.
Weekend dress shopping was long, exhausting and unsuccessful - possible retries to occur in August. Didn't end up going out on Saturday night due to extreme exhaustion and scooted off fairly early on Sunday morning since the train was to take four frickin hours to take me back to London. Have I mentioned how much I LOATHE Virgin trains at the moment - a seriously incompetant service for an outrageously high price. A standard ticket picked up at the train station is now 60 quid! Robbery.
12:24 pm
Friday, May 19, 2006
I'm sulking. It's a couple of things:
An old boss had been in touch recently about a new project - it sounded perfect timing wise and despite having a stint in the black-hole of the film industry (The Isle of Man) was fairly good location wise, and it would be working with people I've enjoyed working with before. Cue me all excited. Till I was told the rate. It would mean going down to a salary I was earning a year ago - basically it would be taking a huge step back, like the last year hadn't happened. House buying wise it would screw me, and I think career wise it would be a bad move too - so that was disappointing.
Other thing:
Went to the Da Vinci screening last night - the film is actually really good and I think has been getting a bit of an unfair battering from the press. True, it's a tad long but very entertaining. However, it does have a fatal flaw - a distinct lack of my frickin credit! Me, Cheeky Irish, Rabbit and all our clerks in the department have been snubbed from the end-credits, whilst the freeloader witches who just got paid a bit more got on! At least the fabulous Petita got on. Still - what shit! Bastards. Next time I work for Sony I'm getting it in my sodding contract!
*Mutter mutter*
8:48 am
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
I always felt some slight detachment for the World Trade Centre bombings on September 11th. Cheesy and I were on holiday in Italy when it happened - in a tiny mountain type village well outside of Sienna, where there was pretty much one television in the whole place. The landlady where we were staying told us what had happened and we went and watched a tiny TV where Dan did his best to translate the Italian as we watched what had transpired hours earlier. The only time we got the full story was the next day, picking up a newspaper in Sienna. As a result I don't think it ever seemed quite as real to me as it did to others - people who watched it happening real time, watching the horror unfold at the same time people were dying in it. It's bound to hit you differently.
Perhaps this detachment is what made me almost immediately think: "I wonder who's optioned rights for this?" Because, let's face it - disaster movies do well. But disaster movies are based mostly at an American audience - an audience for who this event is too personally tied I think. Movies should have waited I think, for ten, twenty, maybe even thirty years - to a time when you'd have to hire in period costumes to make it. So the audience watching didn't probably know at least someone who'd died that day.
However, it seems now is that time - with two movies ready for our consumption.
From the start I've always been more intrigued by United 93. Go and watch that trailer and see if it doesn't put your hairs on end. Ultimately, if you're going to make a movie about an event that still makes people shiver to this day then I think this is the right angle to take. United 93 really is about people who stood up and fought back. And without a Hollywood ending. These people died and we know they're going to die as much as they did the minute the hijackers took the plane. But there's something uplifting about their story. Tragic, but uplifting. And from the trailer it looks like there's a real sense of realism and respect for the people they're portraying - no glorification, no dramatics or cheesy hero lines or speeches, just a real view of what took place, what these people went through.
Which was why watching the trailer for Oliver Stone's World Trade Centre made me wanna puke. Watch it. Listen to that sentimental music, the American flag flying, the crappy ass shadow, the shaking building out of something like frickin Godzilla, the handsome magnetic police officers who step forward to be brave, "Can you still see the light?", and that hideous tagline: The World Saw Evil That Day... Two Men Saw Something Else.
Glorified pap.
Maybe you could argue it'll be just as uplifting. Two police officers, risking their lives and surviving that horrible day. The perfect Hollywood ending - heroes who survive. But what drags down that nice feeling, is that it wasn't really for much. All those firemen and policemen bravely laid their lives down in the hope of getting people out, and most of them didn't even make it half way up the building. That is seriously frickin depressing to me. But I'm mostly irritated by how blatantly obvious it is that this is going to be a movie of massive disaster sequences, with people dying in shocking and brutal manners, and lots of pomp and circumstance about it along the way. Realism thrown out the window in favour of action sequences and cheesy "powerful" dialogue. I'd rather watch the documentary of the firemen and their experiences than this - at least that is real.
8:04 pm
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Oh it's all going so horribly wrong - I am such a lazy schmo. So much to do today and I've done... zippo. Ah well.
Working in Soho is fun so far - certainly far more interesting than looking at sheep in Shepperton. Still, it's a lot sweatier in central London, but I quite enjoy my sunny morning walks from Waterloo into Soho. Niiiice. Plus it's always nice to have proper shops at my disposal. Expensive, yes. But still good.
Went shopping in Kingston yesterday - man, that place is full of chavs. Nasty little chavs. You know, 13 year old girl types who sit on buses giggling like they're drunk and making rude comments about passengers sat near them. Loudly. I was praying for a psycho to get on the bus who might shove a flick knife under their bratty little noses, but alas... not to be seen. Never a psycho around when you actually need one, eh?
I'll go to Richmond next time.
Off to Manchester next weekend to be dragged round every shop in existence by my sister. We're looking for bridesmaids' dresses. Which means me being hauled around the shops and forced to try on a million outfits. Not my favourite thing. I don't shop very much and get bored and irritated very quickly - very much in and out of shops within minutes. My shopping in Kingston took just over an hour and I bought two tops, two cardigans, four vest tops and a pair of pumps. I'm that quick.
My sister? Not so much. I've been near-weeping a number of times growing up following my sister and my mum round clothes shops. They are both the slowest shoppers in existence. As a family it was always mum and sis, scouring shelf after shelf, pouring hours over two pairs of pants, and me and Popo, scowling and whining moodily in a corner. I'm incapable of spending more than ten minutes in a shop unless I try something on. No doubt down to some attention disorder. Either that or one of my father's male DNA for anti-shopping was particularly virulent when I was made and I've developed the hetero-male aversion to shopping for pleasure.
Still, it's got to be done. One way or another we'll be coming out of Manchester with a chosen dress for the event and that's good at least. Nothing more frustrating than standing watching your Momo and sis shop for hours only to come out with nothing. And the one major benefit of shopping with the sis is that there are frequent nice food breaks. Mind you, she's dieting for the big day so maybe even that's out the window.
Twill be reet. Fingers crossed she doesn't choose something yellow.
2:44 pm
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Good Heavens, that was all rather forward of me.
Don't worry - perfectly back to normal now. Sweet little me.
5:43 pm
Buzzzzzzzzzz!
Weekend echoing round the flat this week as Cheesy is off on a "boy's weekend" (trust me, the less you know the better). So, have been dutifully writing, watching girly movies and resolutely not washing/tidying up, creating as much mess as possible.
And today, for the first time in what might possibly be ten years, I went swimming. It's been a long dusty road - from me painstakingly searching out a swimming costume that didn't make me feel like a hippo strapped in by durex (which I thought I'd NEVER find) to finding a swimming pool that steered away from scummy pee smelling and break the bank pay-for-the-whole-thing-in-a-year membership. Finally found Pools on the Park in Richmond, which charges a reasonable (for London) price of £3.75 a go for access to two very nice swimming pools (indoor and out). The whole gym itself seems quite reasonable aswell (once more for London) with monthly membership at £54. But I'll see how I go before committing to such a hideous cost - want to make sure I'll use the place before I fork out.
And I can state for the record that exercise DOES make you feel great. I bounced back to my car, rocked away behind the steering wheel to "Built This City On Rock & Roll" and am now sat at home, horny as a spring time bunny (close ears Momo and Popo), with no other bunny (Who obviously eats cheese) to play with.
It's times like this I wish my friends had ever thought I was filthy enough to buy me sex toys for my Birthday/Xmas hamper. Or that they were filthy enough. I have such upright moral friends! (at least that's what they tell me, with a few exceptions - you know who you are! mehehe)
11:01 am
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Urgh - sweaty.
So, it's official - we had to pull out of buying our little flat. In the end the extra costs necessary just to get a mortgage started to turn our investment into a little money-sucking-piggie, so we cut our losses and ran. The next 3/4 months are going to spent running up huge credit card bills so we qualify as sensible choices for a mortgage. Go figure.
Had a nice weekend last week - Bron, Ginger Lamb and Mr Hair came down to stay and we ventured out on Sunday to visit the other two London-Rach(a)els - we're all from Chorley and we all live in London - yay! I'm the oldest - boo! It was good to see them again - as usual, living in the same London as someone does not make for easy get togethers, what with it being so bloody huge and the transport being so bloody crap and doing anything costing tonnes of money. Sorry - the sweat is making me grumpy. It is very hot today.
Am working in central London at the mo, so am feeling the heat of Soho in more ways than one. We're in a nice set of air conditioned offices though. And once I pull my reluctant white legs out of winter hibernation I'll be able to wear skirts again and be more comfortable. They're just not having it at the moment though, preferring to sweat away inside my jeans.
Managed to catch a sneak preview of Channel 4's new TV movie - "All In The Game", which is rather excellent. Although it surprised me to learn that it was written by someone who loves football - personally the whole thing reminded me exactly why I hate football and the whole fan base around it. Still, some top notch performances, and other than a rather weak ending a smart script.
And on the 18th May I get to go to a screening of the Da Vinci Code and see it a whole, ooh, 12 hours maybe before the general public. See - me, with all the contacts and stuff.
Wedding plans continue to steam ahead for Fat Ass (who is working towards a much slender behind for the big day). I'd put pictures of her planned wedding dress up here but apparently the thing's a bit of a surprise - who'd have thought it. (Apparently not me). It's very yummy anyway. I shall of course put lots of impromptu pictures of it on here after the wedding (Chees'm plans to digital camera the night away, bound to get loads of people in pretty dresses pulling faces - including me, no doubt).
Birthdays birthdays birthdays! First Bron, (Insert parent's wedding anniversay), L'il Spice's Birthday and Mum's Birthday soon to be followed by Fat Ass's birthday - all made the more difficult due to me not seeing most of them on said days and looking like I haven't bothered. All in the noggin you see - I have plans. Muahahaha.
Is it me or is this post becoming a little... random?
Lalalalalalalalala
Three Rachels Frolicking in London
7:25 pm
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