Hi Diddly Dee, an Actor's Life for Me
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Cullen Hightower
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Technical Pull
Yesterday we did a show in Caernarfon (I hope I spelt that right - don't tell me if I didn't, though). It was all rather exciting - half an hour before the show was due to go up the fire alarm went off and so we had the dullness of standing around outside in the freezing cold. This was somewhat tempered by the joy of seeing Welsh firemen (well, it's been 3 weeks since I last had sex - I have to take what I can get at the moment...). The really exciting bit happened after the show, however. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I pulled. He may only have been 4 years old, but he LOVED me. He wouldn't leave - he even invited me round to his house to make cake. Oh yes; I still have what it takes... |
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1.11.06 16:04 |
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Wild Times In Paris
The floaty one is still pretending to be on tour while actually attending the priory for rehab on a very colorful addiction, so I thought that all my lovelies out there in blogsville would just adore to hear more news from the wonderful world of Lady Olivier. I must say I rather enjoy having the keys to the blog, if it were mine there would obviously be far more lillies and whiteness, but I promised that I would keep my dear De Havilland from applying his frankly marvellous decorating skills. Anyway, as said, her highness is still off going cold turkey with a selection of b-listers and ex big brother contestants. (I tried to persuade her not to go, but she insisted) Apparently it's been three weeks in there now, poor girl, I've had marriages that lasted shorter, just ask Orville. Speaking of Orville, I got another Alamony payment yesterday and it will be paying for a glittering rock, Mr De Beer is finding me something special, from the vaults, and I shall of course wear it when I collect my Oscar this year, this must be my year, I've fluttered my eyelashes at almost the whole academy, even the ladies. One of those stuffy old men suggested to me that there are somethings even my eyelashes can't win me, but he obviously hasn't seen the cheque I got from Coco for that campaign back in my heyday. Oh she was marvellous, I never cashed it, it's framed on my wall, I didn't need the money and not everyone was friends with Coco. When we hit Paris, boy did we hit Paris. It's funny though, I was talking to someone in an interview about the good time I had in Paris just last week and they got in quite the excited tizzy, asked if I'd filmed the whole thing and whether Paris enjoyed it as much as I did! I can't possibly think why I would, but apparently everyone is filming their time in Paris nowadays... Anyway, my pretties, I must be moving on now, stay beautiful! Kisses! Lady Ohhhhhhhhhhhh (I'll explain that nickname later  ) |
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2.11.06 15:19 |
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Pimping
Just a quick one to pimp my lovely friend Liz's latest story: |
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4.11.06 14:18 |
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The Wanderer Returns
So, I'm back from tour. I have seen pretty much all of the country from the back of a Fiat Punto. Quick summary: North Wales is beautiful; North Devon is very windy; I am covered in bruises; small boys love me; I am single for the first time in six years; my phone bill is likely to be very scary after browsing blogs via my phone for a month; my ass looks even more enormous than usual in dungarees - remind me never to become a lesbian farmer. If any Londoners with small children would be interested in seeing the show, then I will be performing at Watermans Arts Centre in Brentford this coming Sunday. Details of the show here - it lasts for 45 minutes and children of all ages (but particularly those between 3-8 and over 25...) seem to love it. I think I may have forgotten how to blog properly. I've certainly forgotten how to work Firefox. Never fear - usual geek service will be resumed shortly, just as soon as I've washed all my clothes - I've not had access to a washing machine for a month and I'm sick of wearing the same jeans day in, day out. I need to be a girl again, rather than a hillbilly goat... |
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12.11.06 20:32 |
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Expensive Underwear
Is it just me, or is 67 pounds for a pair of hold ups a little excessive? *falls over* |
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14.11.06 20:42 |
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Continuing the theme...
...of underwear, this is a postcard that I used to have stuck on my door at school. It's by an artist called Annie Lawson, and I think it's ace. One day, every day WILL be a best knicker day...
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15.11.06 13:19 |
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About Last Night
Last night I went out for dinner with my two best girlfriends. Presents were exchanged (Liz and I have both turned 30 in the past few months and we haven't managed to catch up with each other until now), much wine was drunk and hilarity caused. Apparently, if you are in a strop with the idiots at the post office and manage to leave your cash card at the counter in your haste to get away, you will have to fill in a Loser's Report for your bank. I kid you not. Already at the cackling stage by the time that story was related, when we then overheard part of a conversation from the lawyer-boys on the table behind us, about condoms being charged and itemised on a hotel bill for which the man in question's company was paying, I'm afraid we completely lost it and had to run away. Liz and Ali, I love you to pieces - thank you so much. |
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16.11.06 09:27 |
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