I didn't sleep at all.  Locked up the house, got on the bus, the tube, the Eurostar.  No sleep there, either -- bad screaming children with bad screaming mother all the way to Paris.  I was well knackered by the time I got there -- and then had to queue for almost an hour for metro tickets.  But I didn't care.  I was in Paris! I got to the ( Read more... )

Just leaving for Paris -- twenty, twenty-five minutes maybe...  Actually, I've been up all night.  I was down by Goodge Street half the evening -- went down because Port Cargo (on the corner of Chenies Street, right by school) had had this delightful, elaborate table of fancy Christmas yummies in the front window for weeks, and it struck me that a ( Read more... )

Guess what I did today!  Today, I appeared in my very first movie!

It was an e-mail Juri forwarded to our entire class -- something he'd received in his capacity as administrator of some group or other.  This dude was producing this film, and they were filming a house-party scene at some house in Kentish Town, and everyone was supposed to come ( Read more... )

Ben Whishaw from the front row.

BATMAN IN IMAX.

That is one wicked fucking double-header!

If I were writing a book about my life, this would be an entire chapter: I think our upstairs neighbors are running an orthodox Jewish brothel.

OK, so, they just moved in a few weeks ago, and they seemed reasonably nice at first (haven't actually met the wife, but the husband is this incredibly demure little man in ringlets and a yarmulke, pretty ( Read more... )

Ooof!

Today was meant to be that four-play day I mentioned earlier... it turned into a three-play day, because the first of the four was going to be Lear at the Globe... but it was raining when I got up -- and as willie nelson had kept me up all night anyway, and Lear is playing until October, I decided to sleep in and see it some other time.  The ( Read more... )

If Ken-Chelsea is trying to be Park Avenue, Knightsbridge is certainly trying to be Rodeo Drive.  But Knightsbridge comes significantly closer in that quest then Ken-Chelsea ever could, despite the imposing architecture, predominated by gorgeous antique buildings with places on the historical register.  It simply is that upscale -- it doesn't have ( Read more... )

Further thoughts:

Let's talk for a moment about the fact that in a matter of days, Emma Watson will be watching me act.  That's a little bit wowing.

And it's not even she herself who provides the force of the wow-factor (although I think she's very good -- that all three of them are very good)... it's more the fact that, by the age of about 12, she ( Read more... )

I've been brushing up my Shakespeare in preparation for RADA -- the more obscure histories, of course, being the bits that need the most brushing.  And now I'm watching this really excellent A&E miniseries on Charles II (a king whose reign I remember finding really fascinating when we studied him in high school).

In the middle of all of these ( Read more... )

I've been trying to read, read, read.

The problem is that the book I'm reading -- or at least trying to read -- at the moment: Richard Powers' the Goldbug Variations -- which comes highly recommended by more than one person who knows me well, and which (I might add) would indeed seem to be a perfect fit for my science-in-fiction mania -- is, in ( Read more... )