Hi Diddly Dee, an Actor's Life for Me
"Those who agree with us may not be right, but we admire their astuteness."
Cullen Hightower
|
Coffee and TV
2007 already. How on earth did that happen? Well, for me it happened in the usual way - a little bit drunk at midnight, staying up far too late (somewhere around 5am, after playing Singstar for far too long and far too loudly) and then spending January 1st slobbing in front of the telly. Gosh, what a paragon of virtue I am. I'm temping today, covering reception for someone who called in sick. Haha. Still, I'm getting paid for it, it's not busy, and they let me play on t'internet. Result! Today was supposed to be the day that I kickstarted my latest grand theatrical scheme, but it looks like it will have to be tomorrow. I should really get my procrastination under control. Ah well - maybe that can be 2008's resolution... I have spent the past couple of days watching This Life. I was given the box set for Christmas and have become totally square-eyed recapping on what happened in preparation for the 10-year special tonight on BBC2. I was absolutely hooked on series one when it first appeared. By the time it got round to series 2 and everyone had jumped on the bandwagon I had moved on to something else - probably X-files - and so I had missed a few episodes in series 2, including the dramatic series finale at Miles' wedding. I knew what happened, of course, but I only watched it for the first time last night. 'Citing! I can't wait for tonight's programme - if anyone calls me between 9 and 10.20pm they can expect to be ignored. |
|
|
2.1.07 12:44 |
|
|
Losing my virginity
It's finally happening - I'm going to see this on Thursday. And damn right I'm going to dress up... |
|
|
2.1.07 14:21 |
|
|
Banter, Vampage, Teeth and Slebs
So Celebrity Big Brother has started again. If you missed it last night, there's more on that here - Ken Russell and Dirk Benedict are in there! I used to have such a crush on Face in my pre-teen years. I'm half-tempted to actually watch it all now, but this was supposed to be the year that I start resisting temptation. Ah well - what are resolutions for if not to be broken, eh? I've had a great morning so far. I should probably get up earlier more often. I had a dentist appointment at 10, in which I was told that my teeth were great and I shouldn't bother coming back for a year, rather than 6 months. Excellent! I then moseyed on over to the butcher's to pick up some food for supper. I love my local butchers - they're always chatty and good for some banter. I asked for a piece of roasting beef, so he asked how many it was for. On being told that it was just for one and then cold leftovers he invited himself over for supper, 'just to make it worth cooking, of course...' I'm off to Rocky Horror this evening. My friend has chickened out of dressing up, damn him, but I think I'm going to Magenta myself up anyway. Any excuse to dress like a vamp... |
|
|
4.1.07 10:47 |
|
|
Grrr...aarg...
The new series of ER starts on E4 tonight and I'm going to the bloody theatre. Gah. I'm recording it, so nobody is allowed to discuss it until I've had a chance to watch it back, or I shall cry. |
|
|
4.1.07 13:20 |
|
|
Sweet Transvestite
Yes, it was marvellous, thanks. David Bedella, as Frank 'n' Furter, was absolutely fantastic, singing up a storm and appearing far sexier than a man in sparkly lip gloss and a basque ever should do. For some reason, Suzanne Shaw wasn't on last night and so the part of Janet (SLUT!) was played by Sarah Boulton, who was also excellent. Last night's performance was a special fundraiser for Amnesty International and so there were a fair few famous people knocking around the place. Before the show I had popped in to McDonalds for something to eat (yeah, I know, but I only had 10 minutes and I was starving) and noticed Vanessa Feltz chomping on a burger. Lovely. When I arrived at the theatre (rather overdressed - hardly anyone was in costume, the buggers), my friend was all agog at having just seen Richard O'Brien, who actually came on stage later for the final Time Warp. He hasn't changed a bit. Then when we sat down, who should come and sit next to us but Samantha Bond. She's teeny-tiny and my friend managed to make her laugh uproariously with one of his responses during the show (when Janet says, 'I don't like a man with a lot of muscles', he shouted, 'Just one big one!' Fnar.) I must say I was disappointed with the lack of dressing up. There were a couple of girls in gothic basques (not their usual wear, judging by how self-conscious they looked) and one guy who looked like a Bee-Gee dressed in a pencil skirt, tight tee-shirt and well-stuffed bra (he, on the other hand, appeared more than comfortable), but it would seem that most people had given the costumes a miss. I decided to keep my coat on until we had sat down and then discreetly draped it over my lap to cover the fact that I was wearing a very short skirt teamed with stockings, but I shifted position and dropped the coat accidentally at the interval, causing my friend to come over a bit unnecessary. Hehehe. It was really good to see that the musical director had made a conscious decision not to just do a carbon copy of the film. Each of the characters had made the parts their own, rather than just singing a karaoke version of the original, so it still seemed fresh, despite being over 30 years old. The staging was also marvellous and just the right side of kitsch to make it hilarious - the car approaching the castle was particularly inspired. All in all, therefore, a top night out and I highly recommend it. |
|
|
5.1.07 12:19 |
|
|
Theoretical Therapy
Prompted by a conversation with Pete on how he wished he knew more about music theory, I decided to look out some of my old theory books to see if they would be of any help to him. Sadly for Pete, it would seem that I have thrown most of them out, but I did manage to find one question and answer booklet. However, on flicking through it, I realised just how much I had forgotten. Now, bearing in mind this was only grade 2, you'd think it would be reasonably simple; and I suppose to those who live and breathe this stuff it is, but it was like I was reading a completely foreign language. 'Write the required intervals above each of these tonic notes:- Perfect 4th, Major 3rd, Perfect 5th, Minor 3rd ...' 'Describe these intervals (the lower note is a tonic in each case) ...' According to the book I got everything right, so I must have understood it all when I was 11, but now? - haven't got a clue! It's strange how these things disappear from one's memory. I can still sight-read music reasonably well (far better when I actually do some practice *ahem*) and I know more than enough to be able to get myself through a music audition, but when it comes to the details, I'm sadly lacking. It's not a problem day to day - I never write music any more - but there's a nagging thought in the back of my mind that tells me I ought to try and regain this knowledge. It's as if I'm trying to speak a language without using the correct grammar, and anyone who has suffered at the tip of my metaphorical red pen will know how much that particular concept pains me. So where does this leave me? Well, on Amazon, that's where, searching for theory books. There's no problem that can't be solved with a little a bit of retail therapy ... |
|
|
7.1.07 17:05 |
|
|
Pinky and the Brain
I am currently like Brain, hence not being here much over the past few days. Various projects on the go have meant that I don't have much spare time at the moment, but it's all good fun. I'm heading up to Newcastle on Monday, for 2 weeks' work on a new childrens' show. I'm leaving Ciggie in charge here in my absence, so enjoy 2 weeks of proper writing while you can, before I return and fluff-and-nonsense the place up again. I had a dream about Zara Phillips last night. I was a journalist interviewing her for some reason, and I nicked her phone to look at her text messages while she was out of the room. She wasn't too happy about this until I called her a tramp, at which point she fell in love with me and it all got very sci-fi and we were chased by intelligent flying robots who were trying to kill us. I really need to lay off the cheese. How are you, lovely readers?
|
|
|
11.1.07 11:20 |
|
[next page]
| My home page |
| Tall Stories |
| The free-for-all |
| Appreciation of the male form |
| Animal Crackers |
| Reviews |
| Mr Lover Lover |
| Mike |
| Ciggie |
| Disgruntled |
| Dr T |
| Moobs |
| Go Fug Yourself |
| oneword |
| Arty |
| Cheeky Cheeky |
| Bored |
| Daxy Baby |
| Lilac |
| Huw |
| The Navy Lark |
| Katja |
Blinks
Totty
Blog Crush Customer Support
Bloglist
| Guestbook |
| Archives |
| Contacts |
| Subscribe |
| About |
 |