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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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Tuesday, October 31, 2006
It's my favourite holiday of the year once more, and alas I am stuck in a country which doesn't remotely celebrate it. Dagnammit. Must try and make myself a witches hat to sit in my hotel room with and then occasionally lean out on my balcony and howl at the moon. Must have massive Halloween party one year.
Anyway, try the below like for a bit of Halloween fun - don't forget to press Done!:
HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEEEEN!
4:36 pm
Monday, October 30, 2006
Ooh, and the other news: I have a new job lined up. Fly back from Morocco on the 18th November and start my new job on the 20th. Sunday I have off - I have to have a holiday obviously* Working with a few people I've worked with before and it's in Shepperton so am looking forward to it. Also means me and the Cheesm can renew our property search again.
*please note sarcasm
10:32 am
Whoop! Been shortlisted for the Sydney Short & Sweet festival for Keeping Annabelle. Mind you I was also shortlisted for the Melbourne one and that came to nothing, so will try not to get too excited. The lovely Rocketleaf has also been shortlisted. Should we both get performed obviously we'll have to organise an exodus to Australia.
Went to the fabulous Le Comptoir for supper on Saturday night - we had the pleasure of skimpily clad Belly Dancers gyrating at our table as well at one point. It's a shame the table was filled with women and gay men - they certainly didn't have the audience they aim for there. Great to watch though. Sure, no where near as much as what I could have been watching on Saturday - WICKED. Back in July I was up at 8am on Sunday morning, frantically hanging on the phone to buy tickets for myself, Bron and the Chorley gang. Had the inspired choice of going the Saturday before Halloween - any excuse to dress up in silly clothes. But alas, this job dragged me away and luckily there was someone to buy my ticket so at least I didn't lose out on the cost. Just the experience. So to make up for it I went and got steaming drunk with some of Production in a rather camp underground bar - this time with scampily clad men twirling flaming batons. Rather near some over-gelled heads too - rather worrying. Managed to get into the VIP area as our Stunt boys had managed it - how at first I didn't know, but after meeting Male-Model-StuntMan after StuntMan I began to cotton on. (Don't worry, Cheesm - I was on my best behaviour).
Woke up Sunday morning remembering why it is I don't really like getting drunk. Mine was not a happy head and it stayed pretty much in bed all day. Luckily I was blessed with good movies on the TV - The Score, The Three Amigos (one of my alltime favourites), O Brother Where Art Tho (another favourite) and Enemy At The Gates, which I'd never seen before but enjoyed very much. Plus it gave me some enforced rest - with Sunday as your only completely free day you feel pressured to 'do stuff', when really you should just sodding sleep. So I'm feeling rather perky and good today.
In other Morocco news, the weather had been moderately good - but not for our film crew up the Atlas Mountains. Flooding roads, mud slides and tents being blown away and a hotel with only enough rooms for half of them and no way off the mountain. Fun fun. Once more I am appreciating my dusty little desk.
10:19 am
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Bleurgh. Tired girl today. I have nothing noteworthy to report. There was a large spell where a bunch of interesting stuff happened, but at the moment it has been ruthlessly beaten out of my skull by invoices, and a million per diem and payroll people – on paper not physically. Physically our many little happy crew are currently up in the mountains filming refugee scenes. Today it has snowed – they’re not happy bunnies. For once I am grateful for my career which keeps me chained to my dusty little desk. It may be dull, but it is dry and warm.
Tonight I shall retire to my hotel room and watch the final installment of the BBC’s Pride & Prejudice – the one without Keira Knightley pouting her way around fields. I’d forgotten how great this series is, and bar a few tiny exceptions it has dated really well and the quality is just as good today. Am looking forward to the finale and shall happily drool over the steamy Colin Firth, determinedly blocking out any memories of our glorious “Accounts Boffin” meeting. Ultimately, it’s the character of Darcy I think that does it for the girls – lord knows the character was just as sexy when it was played by Matthew Macfadyn. I’m very lucky to have my own waiting for my return to Twickenham. (Yes, Cheesm – that is me saying you’re a stoic surly git amid social occasions and who thinks he is never wrong)
7:37 pm
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
I've just had my first experience of a Moroccan Dust Storm - courtesy of my office window. Now there's a grainy film over everything on desk and I feel like someone just massaged my eyeballs with sand paper. Whoop. I'm sure it all looked very funny though.
1:56 pm
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
I swear I've just been given Hash Tea. Mental.
10:21 am
Monday, October 23, 2006
Don't worry - I haven't been eaten alive by rabid Moroccan kittens. I've just been incredibly busy working - unfortunately my internet access is limited to work time, and there just hasn't been time to even think about anything but work in the hours. Afraid this post will be pretty brief as a result.
Am still enjoying the delights of Moroccan food - have now also eaten in two Moroccan homes - my lord do these people know how to put out a meal. And then some. Ramadam thankfully is over tomorrow - which means we get a return for an awake and lively crew. I've also been getting comfier shopping in Marrakech - which I suppose is actually a bad thing since it sees me spending more. Have bought some nice rings though that I really like - so all good. Already planning my Christmas shopping list for before I leave. Any requests get them in quick!
In the meantime, writing is coming along nicely and I am counting the days till a certain Cheesy one comes out to join me for a weekend.
If you're in Manchester tonight go and see Bron and her Grinventors - bound to be awesome.
2:24 pm
Friday, October 13, 2006
Ack. Just clocked it's Friday 13th. Do you think that it's better or worse in Morocco?
9:05 am
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Back in Morocco again - seven flights taken and only one more to go. After that I've had it with planes for a bit. Whilst it is fascinating to fly above a lightening storm it's also piss-your-pants scary. You can convince yourself all you want that lightening doesn't strike up, and how pretty it is too watch - but it's hard to forget you're flying around in a giant metal tin that's just begging for a bit of electrical groping.
The wedding was utterly fabulous (note: to be said faaaaabulous) - my sister was a grand princess (only managing to trip on her faaabulous ballgown the one time - unfortunately I missed her go arse over tit; shame - I could've giggled over that for years) and she looked half her age and utterly stunning. She wore this dress (which I can now reveal since Billy Zane has already seen her in it):
I can assure you this dress looks ten times better also on a lovely curvy figure with heaving bosooms (note: pronounce "bazoooooms") than it does on that stick figure model.
All the bridesmaid of course looked just lovely in wine dresses which probably laid too much emphasis on my boobs, since various family members kept commenting on them. I forget they haven't ever seen me stumbling out of pubs/parties with my cleavage hanging out. Mere seconds after the end of the wedding service my granddad toddled over and asked me if I'd put on weight. Bless him, he meant it in a nice way - but I was tempted to smack him one with my bouquet. Poor Chees'm was also asked a number of times by my grandparents whether I'd put on weight - putting him in the awkward position of disagreeing with my grandparents, or agreeing and it somehow getting back to me (which let's face it - it so would).
Momo spent the morning channelling a drill sargeant and once or twice looked like she was about to start spewing swear words Exorcist style, but once the bride was at the church on time she was human again - with a hat the size of Belgium she looked utterly fabulous (yes, faaaaaabulous) and quite frankly looked like the Queen. Lady of the manor certainly. Popo stayed out of the way for the morning (wise decision) and no doubt was nervous for his upcoming Father of the Bride speech - which of course was faabulous. We're talking legendary stuff here. I had a very nervous Best Man sat next to me during the meal - worried about the pressure of being funny. He commented that Father of the Bride was normally the emotional serious speech. I commented that he'd obviously never met my father. Not that the speech wasn't emotional - Popo said some very lovely and very hilarious things and had the place in stitches, and even finished with a magic trick. (If you know him, you know why). By the end the Best Man had his head in his hands and was muttering "It couldn't be worse". Popo had raised expectations. As it happens the Best Man's speech was very (if unintentionally) funny - I heard someone describe it as being on a knife edge the whole way through. Though I rather liked the bit where he read some quotes about Billy Zane from his mates: "[Billy] has a habit of falling asleep on bogs...... and he's shit at football"
Anyway - a lovely evening followed, and apart from a few drunken knobs causing some problems it was a great day - even if Cheesm did spend half of it asleep. First time in years I've actually seen the boy poorly (temperature and everything) - maybe the whole event just scared the crap out of him. And yes - we did get THAT question a number of times over the day. Actually, I had less questions and more solid statements of "You'll Be Next!" - less of a query and more of a threat, I'd say. As always with these events there were a whole number of people I wanted to catch up with but only managed maybe ten minutes with them before having to rush off to do something else. Ah well - there's always Christmas!
9:36 am
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