tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37737162012-02-16T21:09:34.631ZTechnically RachelBabbles Ahoy!Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comBlogger3921100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-41411586512643662822008-01-08T12:19:00.000Z2008-01-08T12:25:46.637ZI had an extremely intelligent discussion with my friend Julian on Messenger this morning. It went something like this:In Search of Ancient Gods says:cheersRach says:eh?In Search of Ancient Gods says:wah?Rach says:you goIn Search of Ancient Gods says:cheersRach says:why you say cheers? wierdoIn Search of Ancient Gods says:For letting me know you cockIn Search of Ancient Gods says:hahaRach says:Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-3729652316304419832007-07-13T11:39:00.000Z2007-07-13T11:50:18.368ZThe night before I flew out to Italy I'd been up typing until about midnight - this is me desperately trying to get my play ready for deadline at the Royal Court. I would get five hours sleep before getting up to drive to Gatwick. Not ideal, but enough. However, shortley before my resignation to bed, an almighty ruckus ensued. Our tiny beastie decided to make a lot of noise knawing at the Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-33840378348305958052007-06-28T09:11:00.001Z2007-06-28T09:11:40.166Z*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 Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-80450177319251430382007-04-29T17:11:00.000Z2007-04-29T17:12:06.296ZPearl for president!Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-86593849055375410072007-04-07T21:15:00.000Z2007-04-18T19:46:12.210ZI love being able to enjoy Easter Bank Holiday - what with the frantic nature of my job, I don't get to take the Bank Holidays very often. So it's very satisfying to have four fully paid days off. Have spent most of it nurturing a very promise X-Box addiction (thanks to a wicked game called Psyconauts) and digging stuff out of closets and brutally throwing it away. Yup - moving time is drawing Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-64492642957941267892007-03-23T23:46:00.000Z2007-03-23T23:47:57.298ZLol - love this:Top Ten Unintentionally Funny Comic BooksRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-29186193667670163992007-03-08T14:35:00.000Z2007-03-08T14:36:01.281ZBleurgh. Head hurts.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-71616768077558825952007-03-08T02:30:00.000Z2007-03-08T02:33:00.298ZMan, it's been ages since I posted when Iwas this pissed, but I just got back from my latest wrap party and have pictures of me with Brendan Fraser who clearly thinks I rock ;) check out the pics when I put them on myspace. God it took a year to write that. And that. Damn I have hiccoughs.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-33213311739978335412007-02-28T12:14:00.000Z2007-02-28T12:53:55.176ZWent to see the house again and spent yesterday stressed the hell out as it sunk in exactly how much work needs doing to the place - our original plan of attacking it as a whole and painting everything white ain't gonna wash as we have finally clocked that the whole place is covered from head to toe in anaglypta wallpaper. Gee, that's gonna be fun to get off the walls. The place is also smaller Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-2623244047177206242007-02-25T12:15:00.000Z2007-02-25T12:30:08.367ZThe fascists over at Blogger have now forced me to switch to Beta-Blogger. So much for free will. Bastards.Anyway, it happier news. The Short and Sweet final took place on Friday night in Sydney. Spent the day keeping an eye on the websites - went on the aussietheatre website to read that the awards had mostly been swept by a play called Almost - a 9/11 orientated piece which sounded very good (IRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1171897767367248482007-02-19T15:04:00.000Z2007-02-19T15:09:27.386ZMore news on the final for Short and Sweet in Sydney here. Apparently I'm in town for the event. I'm not sure where the hell that idea came from. Neither am I sure whether to correct them or not - does it make me look lame that they're claiming I'm willing to fly to the other side of the world to watch ten minutes of my work performed? Or instead does it make me sound jet-setting and faaaabulous?Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1170362129771619082007-02-01T20:33:00.000Z2007-02-01T20:37:24.486Z*Giggle fit*Watch this video to listen to Australian's talking about "Keeping Annabelle" - I may have to emigrate.Australia Rocks!Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1170184393535182892007-01-30T19:12:00.000Z2007-01-30T19:13:13.553ZWell, the big news is Keeping Annabelle was the winner in its week at the Short and Sweet Festival in Sydney – which means that it goes on to the Gala Final Night on the 23rd February. So all you Sydney readers of my blog (meheh) get another chance to see it! Whooop! Plus, I actually won something. There are some people out there, who don’t know me or anything about me, and they like my play. It’Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1169742037559580102007-01-25T16:16:00.000Z2007-01-25T16:21:20.313ZOh my god I'm sweating with excitement. My piece in Short & Sweet in Sydney kicked off this week - so far haven't heard any news back. However, I read the review for last week. I shall have to reveal 'Keeping Annabelle' is the piece that made it for this to make sense to those who don't know me - look at the review and scroll down to the bottom of the screen after it lists all Week 1 titles and Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1169405122012356352007-01-21T18:29:00.000Z2007-01-21T18:45:22.030ZAnyone gonna be in Sydney over the next week? Come on, someone out there must be! One of my pieces was selected to the Sydney Short & Sweet festival (woohoo), but I cannot go to see it (booooo) - you know, what with the £1000, 12hr flight and everything to watch ten minutes worth of my writing. If I was a millionaire with nothing to do but twiddle my thumbs, I'd be there. But then again if I was Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1167815437185916082007-01-03T09:10:00.000Z2007-01-03T09:10:37.203ZNew Year, new start and all that malarkey. Christmas has swept by as it always does and now I’m back in an office praying to be wrapped back up in a duvet watching crap TV and eating Quality Street.Christmas was lovely as per usual up north with the family and the crazy grannies – gifts included a very useful TomTom from the folks (now I get to scream at Cheesm for its crap directions rather thanRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1164958125655936442006-12-01T07:19:00.001Z2006-12-01T07:28:45.656ZMack (my car) suffered its first puncture yesterday. Luckily I am a super genius and spotted it early. Which is damn lucky, cause coming out of the office after working 10 hours to find a flat tyre is enough to reduce anyone to a gibbering wreck. Thankfully after returning from lunch shopping I managed to hear a suspicious hissing noise coming from the back of the car. Which is unusual since my Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1164745234776008472006-11-28T20:18:00.000Z2006-11-29T07:22:04.196ZJust in case you were thinking of buying flowers don't use Serenata Flowers. Full explaination over at Curtis' site. I would explain but I'm tired and can't be frickin bothered. Yes - I am that lazy. All you need to know is it's about fighting the spammers.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1164532269483526102006-11-26T09:02:00.000Z2006-11-26T09:11:09.516ZWell I am (barely) back into the life of UK living. I've started a new job which is using the most hair-pullingly stupid software I've ever come across. Seriously, why do companies use such pissy software when they know there's better stuff available? Especially since they recently made LOTR and certainly can't complain about a lack of money. Grrr. Some new and old faces on this job, and it all Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1163780607242046802006-11-17T16:22:00.000Z2006-11-17T16:23:27.260ZSo of course just as I’m getting attached to a place I have to leave. Yes – I am flying out of here in mere hours, getting into London later tonight. God willing (as the Moroccan’s say. In Arabic obviously). Or at least man-made-technology willing. Uck. Hate flying.More to come on japes and jeeps in Morocco.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1162546203770938652006-11-03T09:19:00.000Z2006-11-03T09:30:03.790ZPains which turn out to be Blessings which turn out to be PainsOur UPM frantically came into the office today asking for a favour. He needed to move me from my hotel. Now. Some nightmare took place (of which details I'm not sure of as yet) and poor production were having a hotel nightmare. Packing up my room within a space of an hour is not my idea of fun. Good side of it was I was moving to The Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1162312748509001302006-10-31T16:36:00.000Z2006-10-31T16:39:08.533ZIt'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 Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1162204471642752942006-10-30T10:32:00.000Z2006-10-30T10:34:31.643ZOoh, 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 sarcasmRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1162204361673024472006-10-30T10:19:00.000Z2006-10-30T10:32:41.696ZWhoop! 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 - Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1161891429410796732006-10-26T19:37:00.000Z2006-10-26T19:37:09.436ZBleurgh. 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 – Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1161784668687569832006-10-25T13:56:00.000Z2006-10-26T19:25:17.610ZI'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.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1161685367315239852006-10-24T10:21:00.000Z2006-10-24T10:22:47.336ZI swear I've just been given Hash Tea. Mental.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1161613823606549502006-10-23T14:24:00.000Z2006-10-23T14:30:23.630ZDon'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 Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1160730353705869902006-10-13T09:05:00.000Z2006-10-13T09:05:53.740ZAck. Just clocked it's Friday 13th. Do you think that it's better or worse in Morocco?Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1160560762443849922006-10-11T09:36:00.000Z2006-10-11T10:00:40.030ZBack 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 Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1159457556359070512006-09-28T15:31:00.000Z2006-09-28T15:32:36.383ZSo – I have actually been doing stuff. There’s been an influx of people now which has meant some socializing, and actual leaving of the hotel. Yay, me. I am now getting to know Marrakech quite well – and that will be the key to me spending time alone there. Knowing where’s safe, where I can go and sit and watch the city go by without being harassed. When I comment to people that I find it Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1159434084424045192006-09-28T08:57:00.000Z2006-09-28T09:01:24.443ZSnicker. Sorry - I'm so evil.So, it's Ramadam here this week (and for further weeks onwards). Most the poor sods on our crew have to work all day without eating and drinking so there is a rather grumpier air that arrives about mid-afternoon time. Good news is everyone scarpers out of here pretty early to get home for the family meal, so at least we all get our evenings. Feel like an ass eating myRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1159375727428249252006-09-27T16:48:00.000Z2006-11-01T08:58:03.896ZFor the truly masochistic among you - trust me, you won't like the answers ;)Crush CalculatorRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1159349967176146352006-09-27T09:38:00.000Z2006-09-27T09:39:27.196ZMore updates soon - promise!In the meantime - Momo, please check the Popo's email (gmail) account - there's an email with some stuff I need you to take a look at.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1159272418212361142006-09-26T12:06:00.000Z2006-09-26T12:06:58.246ZIs it wrong that I want to try the Marrakech McDonalds?Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1159265302304535082006-09-26T10:08:00.000Z2006-09-26T10:22:09.993ZDon't worry - all is well today. There were hormonal issues as well yesterday (which I shan't go into detail about on here... did I just spell shan't correctly? For some reason that looks wrong). I can assure commenters that he does not fancy me (being particularly gay) but that he's not a nasty guy either - just someone I think who lacks tact. Plus I think Americans don't always 'get' quirky Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1159181798998063122006-09-25T10:56:00.000Z2006-09-25T10:56:39.023ZIt’s been a while since someone made me feel small for being myself. At least in the workplace. There are always people I deal with who occasionally give me ‘that look’ or a cutting comment if I say something a bit daft. Which to be fair is something I do quite often – I have a tendancy to think before I speak and as consequence can come out with something either a bit stupid or a bit bonkers. MeRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1158762891783941762006-09-20T14:34:00.000Z2006-09-20T14:34:51.800Z*Pant pant*Oh my God - This Life is back!Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1158675119265430692006-09-19T14:11:00.000Z2006-09-19T14:11:59.290ZAnd they've gone again.Sigh.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1158660504852435572006-09-19T10:07:00.000Z2006-09-19T10:08:33.130ZWoohoo! Somehow I can see my comments now. Don't know how or why, but there they are. Yay! Ok, so I have two maximum a post but hey, it's all good.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1158590824466768672006-09-18T14:43:00.000Z2006-09-18T14:47:04.496ZHad a fairly lazy weekend. Saturday wasn’t too bad – I went shopping in the modern area of Marrakech. Realised that I am going to have to just behave like a Londoner. Walking around confidently and ignoring any greetings from men or groups of men. If you ignore them, they leave you alone. But even politely muttering “Ca va bien” in response has them literally turning around in their tracks and Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1158236834114750172006-09-14T12:18:00.000Z2006-09-14T12:27:14.176ZSo. Last Thursday I flew back to London with a chest infection and a temperature. Packed through the illness and slept until the Cheesm got home from which point I was rather awake (ahem). Felt much better by the morning but still a bit woozy and most definitely full of snot and flem (nice.) Flew out that day to Palma for Fat Ass' Hen Party celebrations. Can't go into much detail here as her Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1157467335515019092006-09-05T14:40:00.000Z2006-09-05T14:42:15.540ZFor lunch today we had a roast chicken stuffed with chicken livers and egg. When they have chicken here, they have all the chicken!PS It was very nice.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1157449822585974012006-09-05T09:50:00.000Z2006-09-05T09:50:22.600ZI finally saw a lizard today. Woohoo! So far this country seems to be made up entirely of kittens and birds that make miaow noises. And two spiders. (Dammit!) Oh and flies. Lots of frickin flies that like my face. Yuck.Kittens are quite frustrating. They re tiny and adorable and cute, but wild and riddled with fleas and ringworm. So no picking up the cuddly wuddly thing. Rather against my Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1157135774726703782006-09-01T18:27:00.000Z2006-09-01T18:36:14.736ZAm feeling a bit better. Mostly tired, but better.Have had a lovely lunch - which was a surprise considering what I ate. Friday is couscous day. No problem there - big fan of couscous. Except these two giant bowls of couscous turn up, one of which is full of vegetables, the other is chicken covered in caremalised onions and sultanas. Hmmm, thought I. This could be difficult. A couple of bites Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1157108135664408982006-09-01T10:51:00.000Z2006-09-01T10:55:35.683ZOh and the day gets worse.First off, the joys of eating foreign food have taken their inevitable toll on my digestive system. Wonderful.Second off, the bridesmaids dresses are NOT going to be delivered in time for my first trip back. If things definitely go that way I will not get my dress fitted until the day before the wedding. Giddy joy. Not to mention numerous unnecessary flight changes/trainRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1157101728172931712006-09-01T09:06:00.000Z2006-09-01T09:08:48.200ZI'm not having the best day.My bathtub has this turny thing that opens and closes the plug. (What's wrong with just using a chain?!). I turned mine to open the plug this morning and it came off. Properly off. Snapped off, not just loose from its fittings. And the plug is still closed. Problematic.This means one of two things.The hotel is going to have to get a proper plumber/bath fixer in today Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1157037681141223222006-08-31T15:11:00.000Z2006-08-31T15:21:21.200ZRather bored. Work load is still fairly light at this stage and I'm kinda twiddling my thumbs. Which would be fine if we were working central - I could off for a little walk and look around. But we're out of it here - going off for a little walk might result in me falling down a hole and being eaten by donkies.There are these little shower type taps in the toilets here. Since this is the land of Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1156958481604851872006-08-30T17:20:00.000Z2006-08-30T17:21:21.616ZSo here I am. In Morocco. Rather weird. I’m already working away and going through the usually difficult task of getting to know the job and the people surrounding it. All ready I have learned a few dozen names and forgotten them. And what with the language difficulties getting to know them and pronounce their names correctly is going to be a bit tougher than usual. Although most people speak Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1156850682937539282006-08-29T11:22:00.000Z2006-08-29T11:24:42.960ZAm sat here now, waiting for my taxi to take me to the airport. The whole thing still feels slightly unreal, but it's really happening now. Just needs to sink in I guess. Doesn't help that my lady-issue is in primary action today either - how to really make flying more emotional and terrifying than it already is.Hopefully will be able to blog while I'm there and keep you updated. Till I see your Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1156346478362439772006-08-23T15:20:00.000Z2006-08-23T15:21:18.376ZSo! Why do I have a cocktail of Tetanus, Typhoid, Dyptheria and Hepatitis A/B coursing through my bloodstream? No, I am not a key plot point in the next series of 24. I am vaccinated! (With a very sore arm to prove it – pesky needles)Why? I’m off to Morocco. For a rather lonnnnng time. Well 2 months, maybe 3. Which in the grand scheme of things isn’t so long, but for me it seems like ages. i.e. Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1153754628001760222006-07-24T15:18:00.000Z2006-07-24T15:23:48.220ZI have also, it seems, completely forgotten to mention that I am now an International Playwright. Ok, that may be overstepping the definition, but me and Bron both submitted 1 page pieces to Mercury Theatre's Short Shorts festival in Madison, USA last month - mine was an even shorter version of Keeping Annabelle (eventually this piece is just going to be a one liner). Apparently went down just Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1153677408810014062006-07-23T17:48:00.000Z2006-07-23T17:56:48.823ZI HATE it when people go on about how great the hot weather is. It's loathsome. Being nice and warm is one thing. Sweating like a soggy sponge that's just had a wringing is another. When you're on holiday, weather like this is wonderful. When you've got to sit in a bake box tube and spend the day slowly sticking to your chair in an office with dodgy aircon, it's another. I don't like hot Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1152558021752416112006-07-10T18:48:00.000Z2006-07-10T19:00:21.766ZUrgh. I ache from all the cleaning! The lounge was viciously attacked by a hoover, duster and bin bag at the weekend. It's never been so amazingly clean - the carpet is blue again! Problem is now it doesn't match with the rest of the flat (which is a PIGSTY!) and it took so goddamn long do the lounge I can't face the rest of it.So sore I didn't go swimming, to yoga or to ballet.Ballet? Yoga! I Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1150461907774504042006-06-16T12:35:00.000Z2006-06-16T12:45:07.790ZSo, yes I'm rubbish. I shall do a proper update soon, but in the meantime here's my review from "On The Third Day", which one that national competition to put a new play straight on the West End. So, obviously I was interested to see what it cropped up. The pitch for this play on the program was a girl bringing back a date from the pub who claims to be Jesus, and the themes apparently were to Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1148300905917208322006-05-22T12:24:00.000Z2006-05-22T12:28:48.566ZAAAAAAAACK! 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 Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1148029609897971792006-05-19T08:48:00.000Z2006-05-19T09:06:49.906ZI'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 Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1147897615507823362006-05-17T20:04:00.000Z2006-05-17T20:26:55.520ZI 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 Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1147618583302241892006-05-14T14:44:00.000Z2006-05-14T14:56:23.313ZOh 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. Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1147023884236853702006-05-07T17:43:00.000Z2006-05-07T17:44:44.246ZGood Heavens, that was all rather forward of me.Don't worry - perfectly back to normal now. Sweet little me.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1147000361577505552006-05-07T11:01:00.000Z2006-05-07T11:12:41.586ZBuzzzzzzzzzz!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 Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1146772139858292532006-05-04T19:25:00.000Z2006-05-04T19:48:59.873ZUrgh - 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 Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1145712969991560442006-04-22T13:29:00.000Z2006-04-22T13:36:10.000ZSo, who would've thought that a lifetime of conscientious debt-avoidance would backfire so spectacularly? Nationwide (typical bankers that they are) have turned down our mortgage application (after nearly three months of faffing around, the gits). Why? Because our credit rating is too low. This was an inital puzzlement to us both. We pay our bills on time, our only debts are our student loans andRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1145563398576578882006-04-20T19:57:00.000Z2006-04-20T20:03:18.586ZJust a breezing in post - work is still mental in a calm sort of way (that's the best I can explain it). House stuff is completely mental in a mental kind of way. Let's just say that Nationwide add particular resonance to the term "Bankers"). Am desperately cobbling my script together for the Royal Exchange playwright thingy, and also trying to knock together as many TV scripts as I can. Turns Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1144588750499376512006-04-09T12:52:00.000Z2006-04-09T13:26:59.266ZSlobbing around the flat today, trying to remove the nagging headache and lethargy that's been following me around since yesterday afternoon. Methinks the germs might have attacked me as things have calmed down at work a bit. Always the way. No adrenalin to beat the buggers back.Quite an exciting time yesterday though as we managed to get another look round our potential purchase - pictures of Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1143147880728603262006-03-23T20:51:00.000Z2006-03-23T21:04:40.740ZOops - you know you've been a neglectful blogger when your readers have to entertain themselves in the comments section. Thanks to Fluff and Darren for holding the fort.Things are mega mega crazy at work at the mo - our payroll guy suddenly became very sick, in an operation type way, and things have thus gone mental. Now it's bad enough when someone's sick to pull together and get their work Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1141376772612699462006-03-03T08:49:00.000Z2006-03-03T09:06:12.623ZSo the big 2.6. hits me on Monday - no longer officially a young writer. Damn it - what happened to my dreams of being published at 16! Grr. Plan to celebrate this weekend by sleeping, since this week has been the craziest ever, work wise. Still, there's much to be said for snoozing the weekend away, getting your feet rubbed by the Chees'm. (Yes, Chees'm, that IS what I want for my birthday)We Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1140555942411821092006-02-21T20:48:00.000Z2006-02-21T21:05:42.426ZFinally got a spiffy shiny review from NODA - basically the organisation that looks after amatuer theatre and gives reviews/awards and other such lovely stuff. Last year "Technically Speaking" garnered a good review for the actors and the show in general, but the script got a little... well not bashed, but a little scolded for its bad language. Heh. Anyway, for those of you who managed to see theRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1140166834215937242006-02-17T08:54:00.000Z2006-02-17T09:00:34.226ZOooooh. Tonight on Eastenders a new character starts called Carly Wicks, played by Kellie Shirley. Kellie was the lovely lady who played Beattie in my (very) short play "Keeping Annabelle" at the Soho Slam last year. *Smug face*. Am really pleased for her though - she's was great on stage, and a top girl to boot, so I hope she gets some good storylines and does well on the show. It does however Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1139839849064981022006-02-13T14:09:00.000Z2006-02-13T14:56:58.740ZThanks to Rocket Leaf for these quizzes (is that the right spelling?) - this first of which has made me go "Blimey!". It's an inkblot test, which I recommend you take, mostly just cause it's quite interesting to do, and certainly yields some interesting results. Here's mine:Your unconscious mind is most driven by Love.Your instinct to love and be loved is rooted very deeply in your subconscious Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1139575405838546072006-02-10T12:20:00.000Z2006-02-10T12:43:27.333Z*taps the computer screen to see if any bloggers fall out*Quiet here at the moment, ain't it? There's blogs being quit left right and centre at the moment - bloody cock-teasers. I guess the trend just isn't so cool anymore, eh?Am in a grumpy today (you don't say!) - work is mega busy, some of my colleagues spend most the day talking over coffee than actually doing any work, what it is to be Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1139402269484861402006-02-08T12:37:00.000Z2006-02-08T12:37:49.496ZBrokeback To The FutureI haven't been able to listen to this with the sound on yet, but the idea makes me chortle.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1139088401152469692006-02-04T20:42:00.001Z2006-02-04T21:26:41.156ZSoooooo, stuff stuff stuff. Let's see...Work is kicking off spectacularly manically - as expected. We start filming on Thursday, and it's all gone crazy. The HODs are all great on this pic though, which helps massively. Also the head caterer I knew from another production called in to say hello since he's on this picture too - it's nice to see old faces. Starts making me feel like I'm getting Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1138100991094094042006-01-24T11:08:00.000Z2006-01-24T11:09:51.103ZMahah! I was right! They DID name the whale. More than once too. Apparently some of the official names used were Willy, Wally, Pete and Gonzo.I still think my choice of Timmy was the best.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1138014198462084662006-01-23T10:20:00.000Z2006-01-23T11:03:18.473ZOkay, here's my first go at this tagging malarky, courtesy of Southern BirdFour Jobs You've Had In Your Life1) Waitress monkey at a Big Steak Wacky Warehouse (yes, as bad as it sounds)2) Database creator at a mobile phone sales company - utterly dull3) Usher at the Royal Exchange Theatre, Manchester (the utterly best theatre ever!)4) Accountant person in the movie industry (go ooooooo!)Four Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1137958783346198602006-01-22T19:35:00.000Z2006-01-22T19:39:43.356ZIt's rare I laugh out loud an a news artice (well, except when I'm bored and pick up The Sun on the train), but this had me guffawing all over the place.Apparently Opus Dei want the Da Vinci Code movie to be given an adult rating. Not because of the violence and swearing (which I believe is minimal anyway), but because children can't tell the difference between reality and fiction. The key Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1137767010673633032006-01-20T14:20:00.000Z2006-01-20T14:23:30.686Z"at 0830 GMT on Friday, a man on a train called in to say he might have been hallucinating, but he had just seen a whale in the Thames"I mean, you would just think you'd gone potty, wouldn't you? Too much booze the night before, working too hard... but an actual bloody whale in the Thames! Go figure. Ironically it's a pilot whale. Well done, Mr Whale - you're a celebrity now. I give it a day Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1137449865883039152006-01-16T22:15:00.000Z2006-01-16T22:17:45.893ZMan, I've been in a filth of a mood the last week. Getting back into the swing of things after a lovely long lazy alcohol and chocolate fuelled Christmas holiday is proving an absolute nightmare.Still, new play finished under my belt - just needs some tweaking.And I've been getting the "must own a home" panic. What the hell are we supposed to do these days if we live in London - live in a shoeboxRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1136970550413235742006-01-11T09:08:00.000Z2006-01-11T09:09:10.413ZMe and Chees'm all over, that one.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1136970464144753682006-01-11T09:07:00.000Z2006-01-11T09:07:44.173ZA slice of mushroom landed on my car windscreen this morning.Which was a bit weird.Maybe it's the new weapon of choice for ASBOs.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1136667424726408542006-01-07T20:51:00.000Z2006-01-07T21:49:03.023ZSo – Fat Ass (my sister) has asked me to be her maid of honour at her wedding later this year. Exciting stuff, huge compliment, big thanks for the honour and all that, except… I have to conclude that my sister must actually hate me. I mean, have you SEEN all the shit that the maid of honour has to do? (Maid being the very operative word here). Organising the bridesmaids, paying for my own dress (Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1136200990589342602006-01-02T10:40:00.000Z2006-01-02T11:23:10.653ZAaaah, a New Year for, er, new things to happens and be all special. Hmmm. (Oops, starting the New Year cynically, that can't be good). To me, New Year's Resolutions have always seemed odd. I mean, what a weird time to try and quit something (which is usually what resolutions end up being). Why would anyone decide to quit smoking/drinking/chocolate/fatty food/being grumpy/swearing the day after Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1135157272070828472005-12-21T09:24:00.000Z2005-12-21T09:27:52.086ZJust a little post - have finished the world of work for now and will soon be jaunting my way back to Lancashire for the festivities.Hope everyone has a Kitty-Fantastico Christmas and a spiffy New Year!Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1133695711420896362005-12-04T11:07:00.000Z2005-12-04T11:28:32.320ZHad another really great time on Friday - hanging out with the guys from work. The whole office went out for a meal at the River Cafe in Hammersmith, which was very yummy food - and I wasn't on a table with the Eeeevil One which made it all the better. Then the grownups went home and Me, Cheeky Irish, James Bond, Rabbit and Dancin' Girl carried on the drinking. And had a very jolly time with it Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1133475849898052982005-12-01T22:10:00.000Z2005-12-01T22:24:09.910ZHad a fab time in Manchester last weekend - was up for Tall Boy's 30th (*cough* sorry, was that 21st?) birthday. Hijinx ahoy. Absent Chees'm unfortunately, due to beastly work - much to the dismay of Little Julie, who has the hugest crush on Chees'm. Last time they met he practically stalked him the whole evening. I like watching the Chees'm squirm - mahaha.Had a great time catching up with Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1133381756194768832005-11-30T20:06:00.000Z2005-11-30T20:15:56.206ZThe BBC's The Taming of the Shrew was brilliant by the way - for those of you foolish enough to miss it. Plasticine Face (as shown in previous post) was predictably awful and pretty much ruined the character for me - but all of that was made up for by the rest of it. Shirley Henderson and Rufus Sewell were amazing in this thing - they really shined, and I think the script also shone most on this Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1132491425831923482005-11-20T12:42:00.000Z2005-11-20T12:57:05.850Z*climbing up from within whatever blog pit I hath fallen down*Phew! That was some climb.Ahem.Alas, the production I'm working on has been in Wrap of late, which has meant busy busy me, and a distinct desire not to spend longer on a computer than absolutely necessary. Data entry plays a large role in my employment, you see.So... predictably there's way too much to go into, but work is... well, it Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1130765618573682502005-10-31T13:33:00.000Z2005-10-31T13:33:38.586ZME : (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 101Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1130076340904806312005-10-23T14:04:00.000Z2005-10-23T14:08:36.116ZAAAAARRRGGGHHH!!!*Throws Soduku game out window*Pissing stupid game.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1129795567727386472005-10-20T08:05:00.000Z2005-10-20T08:06:07.736ZA 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 Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1129149553922923242005-10-12T20:29:00.000Z2005-10-12T20:39:13.926ZUck. 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 feelRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1128855760522277662005-10-09T10:47:00.000Z2005-10-09T11:02:40.806ZDoes 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 Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1128798896337340722005-10-08T19:13:00.000Z2005-10-08T19:14:56.343ZBusy 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 Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1127803085579658452005-09-27T06:37:00.000Z2005-09-27T06:38:05.583ZI have flu.Well, I have a sore throat and a whole lot of snot. And a distinct feeling that the snot is a by product of a leak in my brain. So I conclude flu.And if that wasn’t bad enough I was victim of a spider attack this morning. The valiant Cheesy leapt out of bed on hearing me wail loudly from the bathroom, bounding in to find me snivelling over the bathtub, glaring accusingly at the evil Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1127052479054477092005-09-18T14:06:00.000Z2005-09-18T14:07:59.060ZYup – still alive. This job has been hard work and kept me busy, hence the lack of postage (no, not stamps). It’s also been weird being back in the mix of office politics. My last job was so laid back no one gave a monkey’s who got one of over who. But this place is full throttle. It’s not unpleasant. Just… I have to think about what I say before I say it a bit more. Which of course, for me, is Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1125854673948485032005-09-04T17:09:00.000Z2005-09-04T17:27:33.436ZSometimes, when I visit the GrandMomos and GrandPopos - I get swamped with an overwhelming sense of paranoia that I'm somehow living in a sitcom. You want your loopy working class lancashire old folk stereotype? My lot have got it in reams. To be fair to the PopoGrandMomo (think about it and you'll understand what I'm saying there), she was doped up and recovering from a hip operation - so her Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1125694196431463962005-09-02T20:39:00.000Z2005-09-02T20:49:56.436ZWhat?! I've been busy!Edinburgh was fantabulous. Brendon Burns as wickedly amusing as ever, a second part to a show I saw a few years back was also very good, but doesn't stand alone as much as it claims. Madam I'm Adam was genius, as were the shows Adolf and Bacon (same actor). I'm sure at some point I'll elaborate on them more but right now I'm just playing catch up. Came home and spent a Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1124363243748977072005-08-18T10:57:00.000Z2005-08-18T11:07:23.753ZAm bouncing around in glee today as before midnight passes I shall be back in the arms of my Cheesy. Would be bouncing even more if I wasn't suffering from cramps (yes, my womb clearly has a pissy sense of humour as far as timing is concerned), but I'm doped up and ready to snooze my way through 4 1/2 hours of Edinburgh train time.Plans involve:- lots of gross smooching and (unfortunately) some Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1124297420320168562005-08-17T16:48:00.000Z2005-08-17T16:50:20.326ZNuns in a protest - Hilarious!. Should I be working on such a project (which of course I'm not - ahem), I couldn't be prouder to be associated with a film that had nuns protesting on site. It would be like a small personal achievement - one of those things to do before you're 30. Get protested at by nuns. Class.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773716.post-1123925023023355252005-08-13T09:22:00.000Z2005-08-13T09:23:43.026ZI had a dream last night that I went into a little shop and bought a Kit Kat with marshmallow in it, and another Kit Kat with Turkish Delight in it.Get on with it, Nestle.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17787425821517951873noreply@blogger.com