Oh arse
Because of all the oh-God-he's-stalking-me angst I completely forgot to mention that I got an Oxford interview. And mentioning it at this late stage just looks like showing off, really, doesn't it? So it goes.
It's on the 5th and, as luck would have it, clashes with both the play AND my Guardian First Book Award reception. Ach well, I didn't really want to do the play anyway.
In less positive news, my drama teacher informs me that I'm not a very good actor, which rather puts a chunk of ham in the vegan kosher casserole. Tsch. Still, I've had positive feedback from a lot of other people; anyway, I realised long ago that I would never play the Dane. When that moment comes, one's ambition ceases.
Oh, by the bye, the fabulous Dylan Moran is on Jonathan Ross next week. Yes, you read me correctly, a televised interview. I can only "pray" that I'm back from Leeds by then, or I'll have to watch the middle-of-the-night repeat.