Less than awesome occurings:

• Am without laptop for at least 2 weeks whilst being repaired.. Fuck. Found company that hires it out but yet to discover if I can afford it.
• Really shitty relationship with Dad at home. We're back to the usual war.
• Depression still kicking in.
• Reunion dinner with school friends was...disappointing... Due to Hannah, the girl ( Read more... )

So so miserable just now. When it should have been such a lovely weekend. Man was great in The Vortex, lol, coming out, he was accosted by these two really old women who giggled, held onto his hand and told him he was wonderful. They caught sight of me and said conspiratorially, "All the ladies love him!" then went off giggling into the night. So ( Read more... )

I'm just terrified now about moving. Leaving, as I think of it. This week, have booked up for lunch with lovely Gail from 'Tis Pity, and my friend Flow who will talk lots (she's just got back from a round world trip) and take my mind off things. Get a send off dinner at Alex's on Friday- I miss him so much, it's agony. The one person who could ( Read more... )

V scary prospect that in a week, this house that I've lived in for 18 years will not be Home anymore, in the strictest sense. Have spent ages packing all my clothes into suitcases...my Dad seems to forget that I do actually have a week at home left in which I need to be clothed.

Man came over last night too and I think he's starting to downright ( Read more... )

Paris was all I wanted and needed. Didn't feel obliged to do anything, we did what we wanted and ate loads of food, sat about in cafes drinking (I'm so unglam being a non-drinker, I doubt Rita Heyworth or Sophia Loren ever ordered a Diet Coke), went up the Eiffel Tower to the very top (my calves BURN) and wandered about between its feet in the ( Read more... )

I'm forcing myself to write again but it's not as much fun as it once was because for once real life is better than fiction. I'm not even deriving pleasure from reading fiction either because I don't want to escape.

Recorded another audiobook for the blind on Wednesday, which was nice and I apparently did it in one take...hmm, if I'd known he was ( Read more... )

Been quite a good week in terms of keeping touch- v old friend Nats came round Sunday evening just for a catch-up. She's off to the US on a tour of the west coast with her choir- I warned her about the weirdness of Santa Monica. Everyone JOGS. Aggressively.

And mates, Classy and Caz came over yesterday and we just went and ran around like kids up ( Read more... )

Hm. Well. It was all going so well.

MACBETH
In past couple of days, it's come to light that the Macbeth director's mother is indeed very ill and the director is now suggesting wepostpone. Which would be fine except it would mean postponing till next year; basically, she'd need to re-cast 50% of parts if not more and even Alex is loathe to commit to ( Read more... )

We've had 3 telephone calls today at home and every time I get up thinking, "Will this be RADA?" but each time Edward Kemp turned out to be Geordie, Scottish or a woman! So no, he hasn't called. Still waiting. Still playing solitaire.

• TUESDAY: Saw the movie "Bunch of Amateurs" Tuesday evening, which was quite fun. Despite deserted Newbury, and I ( Read more... )

So sad. My play is finished. Feels like Abigail has died.
But I've never had a play where I thought the last night was best, so that was good. And it really was wonderful to perform. I've had 2 good reviews now! Abigail was also "convincingly and connivingly played" by yours truly. So yay! And everyone was so sweet about it too. Overall it was a ( Read more... )