Hi Diddly Dee, an Actor's Life for Me
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As I walked to the pub this lunchtime*, I was nearly slapped in the face by a Red Admiral butterfly, launching itself off a nearby road sign. It's December. And blinkin' freezing. I worry, you know. *My job is boring and I need wine to get me through the afternoon.
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Kneesies
Well, Sammifer and Peejay have reminded me of the good old days of 20six, when we all got our knees out, just for the hell of it. This is what my knees looked like back then:
... and this is what they look like now:
Ah, how things change. |
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Catching up
Let's start at the very beginning; a very good place to start. The weekend before I started rehearsals for Whiff, the show with which I was going to Edinburgh, I went for a few days of drunken debachery in the Suffolk countryside to celebrate my friend Susie's birthday. This involved sleeping in a tent, drinking a lot of alcohol and staying up late. Somewhat unsurprisingly, I started to feel a little - unusual - on the Sunday night. By Monday morning it was abundantly clear that I had tonsillitis, so I phoned the doctor and made an appointment to get drugs, then phoned my director to say that I wouldnt' be going in the car with her to Portsmouth after all, but would catch the train later that day. She asked whether I needed her to find me a replacement. I said no, of course not - I would be right as rain in 48 hours. Looking back on it now, I should have said yes; nothing like a bit of hindsight to make you feel stupid. Anyway, I made it down to Portsmouth later that day and shivered in bed for a while before beginning to feel a bit more human and starting rehearsals. Rehearsals were all going pretty well and we were having lots of fun. It came to the day of the dress rehearsal and we had planned to perform for a select audience of 2. Scene 1 went very well and the audience were enjoying it greatly, which was very heartening. I came on stage for scene 2, the scene in which I play a magic monkey, skipped gaily across the stage, turned to come back the other way - and collapsed in a heap, clutching my ankle. Treacherously, it had turned underneath me and was swelling and turning blue before our very eyes. Luckily, our audience members were both members of the medical profession, so ice and drugs were administered and I was rushed off to casualty for an x-ray. After a couple of hours and a few x-rays it was proven that there was nothing broken, which was a relief, but the fact still remained that I was due on stage in Belfast two days hence. The nurse looked at me slightly askance when I told her this, but then told me how to strap it up and sent me off with plenty of good wishes. When we got back home, I phoned my mum. She usually has great quantities of strapping, due to dodgy knees, so I wanted to beg some from her to get me through the Belfast show and subsequent weeks in Edinburgh. She then told me that she was with my granny, who had suddenly developed pneumonia. By the next day pneumonia had turned to renal failure. Knowing that it would probably be the last chance I would have, I spent the day with Granny. Despite being very weak, she retained her sense of humour; on finding out about my ankle, she laughed and told me that I should 'take more water with it next time, darling.' I travelled up to Edinburgh on July 30th, Granny's 90th birthday. She had always said that she didn't want to make it past 90, and she kept her word. She died that afternoon. One thing we always knew about Granny was that it was best not to argue with her as she would generally get her own way in the end. 'Today is the tomorrow that you worried about yesterday and all is well.' |
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Miss Floaty Katja, Traveling Please leave a message after the tone. |
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My latest obsession ...
... as any of my friends on Facebook will have realised (sorry for clogging up your newsfeeds), is burlesque dancing. On my travels over the past few days I discovered the following clip on youtube. It features Michelle L'Amour on America's Got Talent, and is fab. It's tongue-in-cheek and sexy without ever being offensive, despite what one of the judges would try and have you believe. There is a longer clip of the routine, which includes Brandy's commentary at the end, in which she proclaims, 'that's not talent.' I disagree. Well - why not watch and make up your own minds.
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Tagged
‘The rules are simple. There are 9 questions (3², each of which has 3 answers, to give a total of 27, or 3³. The whole point is that the questions are somewhere between eclectic, banal and downright bizarre, so that you can answer completely truthfully without actually giving much away. Just put down the first three answers that come to mind if you can’t work out the “most appropriate” three.’ Objects Within One Metre Of You First Names of People You Sat Next To At School TV Programmes You Won’t Watch Favourite Trivial Pursuit Categories Superpowers You’d Like To Have Newspapers, Magazines or Periodicals Read Regularly Songs You Dislike (...oh so many....) Blog Posts of Your Own That You’d Recommend. People you'd like to tag. |
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