Media Frenzy and Moth killing madness!
My thoughts have been slow and slurpy today, like brain porridge.
I slept through most of it, but it's a much needed catch up.
What have I been up to?
I am now an official employee of the Bongo Club to organise their Cabaret show in the Festival this year. I go in and sit at a desk on a Thursday.
I got a brief modelling job on Tuesday last week through Stolen. I had to hold a lamb and walk a goat whilst dressed as a Showgirl.
I was not the only one to spot the irony in holding a lamb for promotional pictures for a food festival. Sunday's dinner anyone?
I discovered afterwards they had some strawberries (I'm walking a goat when I could've been eating strawberries?! Come Oooooonn!!)
So images in the Metro and Evening news! Cool!
I also had a version of the Owl and the Pussycat that I wrote for The Scotsman as part of their tribute to the new Irn Bru advert printed in Saturdays paper. Media frenzy week for me!
I'll stick it in a seperate post.
Ooh and I haven't mentioned that I'm customising the costumes for the Miss Scotland Pagaent! Hilarious! Also brilliant!
I have to timetable the next few weeks very strictly as I'll never be able get everything done otherwise.
I'm Art Directing another short film at the end of the month, I have the costumes to customise (picking up the hats tomorrow) and Saltire flags to go on the backs of the playsuits. The film will mean going and picking up loads of props and things (I have a meeting about that tomorrow) so I need to phone the 2 girls I've worked with before on the last 2 films so I can organise them to help me out.
I also have to finish and improve my costumes for performing in Las Vegas and New York and rehearse like-a craaaazy person! Rahahaha!
In other news there seems ot be a neverending supply of moths in my room, which fill me with horror (if you've seen the amount of vintage in my room you'll understand..)
I threw out the peacock feathers they'd laid theur eggs in (and eaten, sob!) but they seem to be coming from somewhere else too. I keep crushing them and more rear their head like a hydra.
Die! Die! Leave my clothes alone!!
Mothballs are on the shopping list...
I slept through most of it, but it's a much needed catch up.
What have I been up to?
I am now an official employee of the Bongo Club to organise their Cabaret show in the Festival this year. I go in and sit at a desk on a Thursday.
I got a brief modelling job on Tuesday last week through Stolen. I had to hold a lamb and walk a goat whilst dressed as a Showgirl.
I was not the only one to spot the irony in holding a lamb for promotional pictures for a food festival. Sunday's dinner anyone?
I discovered afterwards they had some strawberries (I'm walking a goat when I could've been eating strawberries?! Come Oooooonn!!)
So images in the Metro and Evening news! Cool!
I also had a version of the Owl and the Pussycat that I wrote for The Scotsman as part of their tribute to the new Irn Bru advert printed in Saturdays paper. Media frenzy week for me!
I'll stick it in a seperate post.
Ooh and I haven't mentioned that I'm customising the costumes for the Miss Scotland Pagaent! Hilarious! Also brilliant!
I have to timetable the next few weeks very strictly as I'll never be able get everything done otherwise.
I'm Art Directing another short film at the end of the month, I have the costumes to customise (picking up the hats tomorrow) and Saltire flags to go on the backs of the playsuits. The film will mean going and picking up loads of props and things (I have a meeting about that tomorrow) so I need to phone the 2 girls I've worked with before on the last 2 films so I can organise them to help me out.
I also have to finish and improve my costumes for performing in Las Vegas and New York and rehearse like-a craaaazy person! Rahahaha!
In other news there seems ot be a neverending supply of moths in my room, which fill me with horror (if you've seen the amount of vintage in my room you'll understand..)
I threw out the peacock feathers they'd laid theur eggs in (and eaten, sob!) but they seem to be coming from somewhere else too. I keep crushing them and more rear their head like a hydra.
Die! Die! Leave my clothes alone!!
Mothballs are on the shopping list...