Why can't we Pantomime, just close our eyes and sleep sweet dreams?
That lyric has nothing to do with the actual post, but it has the word 'pantomime' in it, so I thought I might as well use it.
I auditioned for a part in a pantomime- 'Snow WHite and the Seven Dwarfs'. And I got a part.
To be fair, it is USLES, and if they have more people than parts, they will write more parts so that everyone who auditions gets one, but I actually managed to bag myself a pretty good part. I'm playing the first narrator, which is the narrator who knows the story and gets to shout a lot at the very dense second narrator. And I got in purely on the strength of having come in dungarees. Well, apparently there was some acting involved as well. Harry thinks that I am better at acting than I think I am. I really like the part though. It's silly and lively and shouty and... yeah. And since it's USLES, no one actually cares if you corpse on stage. The whole point of USLES performances is having fun with them and sharing that fun with the audience. We keep a level of professionalism, but no one ever comes expecting to see something perfectly polished.
I still think the dungarees had something to do with it tho. SCORE ONE FOR DYKEY DUNGAREES!!
Harry walked home with me, since he was going the same way, and told me all the highlights of my part. One bit that sounds really funny is thus (tho these aren't the script lines, just something of the general sense- I haven't seen the script yet):
Narrator 2: (about the dwarfs) They're going on a mini adventure.
Julie Noted: (a lawyer character) You can't say that! That's product placement, it's against the rules of the show! You are now being sued!
Narrator 1: And then Julie Noted went off the stage, never to bother the narrators again.
Julie Noted leaves the stage, her legs working against her will because she can't go against the words of the narrators.
Narrator 2: And then she flushed herself down a toilet, where she lived happily ever after.
Flush heard from offtstage.
He told me about his plan for a four-day New Year party as well. He'll hire a scout hut, and one day will be a massive game show, with games from The Crystal Maze, Gladiators, and plenty of others I can't be bothered to try and remember right now. It sounds legendary.
I'm going bowling with them tonight. Nothing like spending money you haven't got.
I checked my balance earlier, and I had £759. The rent is due soon, and that's £715, and I took out £20 for the next few days. So it was probably a mistake to buy that Marc Bolan CD. But it was only £3.99, and it is two discs, and it is really good, and I have been meaning to get into him for ages. I'll be living in my overdraft anyway this year, I reckon. Might as well get used to it.
We're kind of refusing to pay the rent tho, because the landlady's had new locks put in, the kind where you don't need a key to open the door from the inside. Only the thing is, we have glass windows on the front and back doors. So anyone could just smash through the glass (you could probably use your fist and not do too much damage to yourself) and get in. So we're not paying the rent until she sorts it out.
Today, between my lecture and my seminar, I sat in the union reading Karl Marx. I know, intellectual. Thing is, he goes right over my head. I can understand his theories if someone explains it to me, but the way he words it is so heavy-going. Hopefully the next theorists won't be quite as heavy as he is. We're doing Soussure next week.
My tutor, Patrick, wants everyone in his group to do a presentation on one of the theories through the course, and I naturally volunteered for Queer Theory. Should be alright.
And I probably shouldn't say this, but one of the guys in my seminar came in wearing proper trousers instead of jeans, and a white shirt with a black sweater-thing, with black emo-type glasses and everything, and said he was particularly interested in Freud. I know it's bad, but I just found that quite funny.
I had a wander through the streets earlier and miraculously actually managed to find my way to the Co-op. There's actually a really nice little shopping street up there, and I found a great little wholefood sort of shop, with all organic vegetables and things. And a lot of different types of soya milk, tho nothing under a pound, so I'll probably have to resort to Morrisons for that.
Why you'll ever need to know about my food shopping habits is beyond me, but I feel like talking so talk I shall.
Only now I've run out of things to say so... bye!
Edit: Forgot to mention- the new issue of Diva magazine has a list of 150 to do before you die, and says that every lesbian should do at least 50 of them. I know I'm not proper gay, but I've done 16. One of them was wearing dungarees, ha. The others were stuff like a one-night stand, and reading 'The Well of Loneliness' (important, definitely, but overrated from a stylistic point of view, imo) and 'Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit' (absolutely brilliant)- the two books I did my A-Level English coursework on.