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
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Weekend round-up
Saturday morning travellers. The man who got lucky last night, still in his suit, carrying a big bag and an even bigger smirk. The teenagers running late for their Saturday jobs, all windmilling arms and skinny legs, racing along the street and holding a shouted conversation punctuated with fits of giggles. Then there are the out-of-towners, newly arrived on the train, dragging their enormous suitcases behind them. WHIRR CLUNK WHIRR CLUNK WHIRR WHIRR CLUNK CLUNK WHIRR. The pavements aren't even enough for these beasts, designed for the smoothness of airport floors. More goating around. Moobs and P came along to see the show on Saturday, bringing friends, small children, and lots of laughter and audience participation. I haven't enjoyed a show so much in ages - thank you, chaps! I'm currently acting editor over here , and there's a new story up today. If you have a chance, why not head over there and comment? I do like to make a good impression in a new job. I was woken up at 5.47 this morning by a fox attempting to get in through the cat flap in the kitchen. They need to learn some manners, those foxes - I mean, if you're going to come in unannounced then at least do it quietly, rather than making such a bloody song and dance about it. I think this might mean war ... Finally, is anyone else getting spammed by fashionhause.com? The buggers. I'm not interested in buying Burberry handbags and knock-off watches, thanks. Grr. |
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2.4.07 10:17 |
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6 Degrees of Separation, the Actor's Way
I spent my first gap year studying for a 4th A-level (in drama) at Stratford-Upon-Avon college. Yes, I'm a geek. However, it was so much more than just an extra A-level. It meant that I could spend a year living in Stratford, seeing endless shows and generally having a great time. It was a fabulous year, and having friends that worked behind the bar at the Duck meant that I could often get in on the lock-ins that used to happen, when the actors came out of the theatres. This was in the days when Pam was still in charge and the actors ruled the roost there. I think it's changed now - when I went back last summer it seemed far less exciting than it did then, but that may just be me being ten years older and more jaded. I'm not quite sure how it's taken me 11 years to realise this (or, rather, to make the link), but 1996 was one of the years that David Tennant was in the RSC. I could have drunk out of the same pint glass as he did! *swoons* I think I was probably more enamoured with Joseph Fiennes (who was also in the Company) at the time, but looking back on the notes that I made in the programmes for As You Like It and The Herbal Bed, it seems that I was rather impressed by DT as well. The words 'fab' and 'brill' crop up more than once. He he. On looking through the programmes I see quite a few names that are now very familiar, including two people that taught me at drama school. As my friend B is constantly saying, it's a small world (but I wouldn't want to stick it up my arse). In fact, she worked as a dresser for the RSC for that same season, up in Newcastle. Not that we knew each other back then. The acting world keeps getting smaller, the longer I manage to stick at it. It's a war of attrition - I'm aiming for grand-dame stardom, by virtue of being the only one of my contemporaries who has been stupid enough to stay in the game that long. |
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7.4.07 12:30 |
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Idle Hands
I'm no longer a goat. I don't quite know what to do with myself now. All suggestions gratefully received.
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16.4.07 11:20 |
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Mix Tape
At the weekend I bought a tape player. I haven't had a working tape deck in a very long time, so I have been going through my old mix tapes, playing them systematically and being both hugely excited and mortally embarrassed by the music that I used to like. I have a series of tapes, made between the ages of about 14 and 17, titled 'Various Excellence ...'. Yep. There are a few tunes on there which have stood the test of time, but there are some real howlers as well. Anyone remember Lena Fiagbe? Genesis's chart revival? Red Dragon? They're all there. These tapes are like mini time-capsules. Each one has a beautifully made cover - cut from Cosmo in the early days, Vogue later on - and say far too much about my teenage self. The earlier tapes are mainly made up of songs recorded from the charts on a Sunday night. I used to listen religiously, recording the whole chart from beginning to end. I would then transfer the songs that I liked over to a mix tape, spending hours trying to cut the recording off in just the right place so that I didn't get Bruno Brookes's voice over the end of the song. I haven't always managed it. Nor have I always managed to get the levels right. This was in the days before I had Dolby NR or graphic equalisers on my stereo, and the volume goes from barely audible to eardrum-shatteringly loud in the space of a few seconds. Then there are the tapes that have been made for me by other people. The ones made by school friends are full of James Taylor and Neil Young. The ones from old boyfriends are full of coded song titles and secret notes in the spine of the cover. I got into trouble over that one, in fact. I missed the hidden message and he was mortally offended. I once made a tape for an ex, thinking that I was being everso subtle with my choice of music, but he saw right through me. I've never been any good at game-playing. |
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17.4.07 11:16 |
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In Love
I have a new man to occupy my attention. Well, I say man; I mean rabbit. He's vegetarian, he's mardy when I keep him waiting for too long, he's utterly frustrating - but I'm totally hooked. If you value low phone bills, people, don't, for the love of all that's good, start playing Bobby Carrot, as you'll never get free. Sheer brilliance. |
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23.4.07 21:04 |
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Oxycute-em
...and the moral for today, when it comes to spots, is: learn to leave well enough alone. Tonight, Matthew, I'm going to be imitating a lighthouse beacon. |
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24.4.07 12:20 |
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Intriguing ...
...that, just as my blogging has reached a new low in content, my technoranki rating has gone back up again. You're a highbrow lot, aren't you? |
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25.4.07 11:21 |
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