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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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Thursday, June 28, 2007
*Looks sheepish*
So ok – it’s been a while. But the last two months have been mad as a bunch of frogs stuck in a box with a kitten.
Me and the Cheesm bought a house. Yes, a whole house. Some pictures of which I will eventually put up – mainly so you’ll be able to see the whole before & after nightmarishness we’re going through. There’s sooooo much to be done. Two months in and we’re still on our first room – the bedroom. The rest of the house is filled with boxes and we’re basically just sleeping on a mattress on the floor in the study-to-be. But we’re getting there – slowly but surely. Just means most of our weekend are filled with peeling/scrubbing/sanding/painting various surfaces. Our first week alone saw a leaky radiator costing us in the region of 300 quid. Joy. But since then we’ve been able to spend money on more useful things than plumbers – like ovens and fridges! *Grin*
And also two months in we already have the pitter patter of tiny feet. No – it’s not been THAT long since I blogged – I’m talking about a mouse. Little bastard. Nearly gave me a god-damn heart attack. The Cheesm is away doing a driving course this week and naturally on his first night away I was a little jumpy. Woke at midnight needing to pee and decided not to turn the lights on. As I approached the kitchen I heard a mad scurrying and something hit my foot. The mouse ran into my foot. Cue an hour of deep breathing trying to calm myself down and convince myself there wasn’t a mutant beastie hiding in my kitchen. Little bugger hasn’t shown up again since – but I know its there.
Along with the spiders. Oh yes, we have spiders. Mercifully small ones so far but they keep showing up. And getting subsequently smattered on the wall with a magazine/useful pamphlet. Little bastards.
Two of my plays went on in Brighton and I had a wicked weekend down there with Bron and her Mini-Cooper. Waking also had a rehearsed reading with KDC and is now going on for a week in August in Clapham – more details to come.
Started a new job doing some post-production, which in turn allowed me enough time to accept a place on the Royal Court Young Writers Programme. Yes, I’m aware you’re pointing at the word Young and laughing – but they’re a bit more flexible on that these days. Thankfully they seem to have realised that putting a sell-by-date on New Writing is pretty arsish and are planning to open up the writing programs to all ages. The course has been great – it’s really got the writing going again and I’ve met some wicked people as a result. Normally writers groups are a bit… well… full of fucking writers. But mostly everyone in this one seems really normal and nice and…. God forbid… supportive of eachother. I’ve seen signs of some really talented people on this course, who one day I expect to be able to boast about ‘knowing’. The course is nearly finished now – I have this weekend basically to write a whole play. Eek! Should be fun. In a terrifying way.
9:11 am
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