Terror and Laughter...and more 'work'

So, half term has been upon us now for half of a week, and the amount of work left is scaring me. I am completely sincere.


Life has been fairly good since my last post. Both Performance Workshop performances done, and went rather well, if I do say so myself. As for the other groups: storytelling i missed two of but the Gruffalo was high-larious and obscene, if a little sweary, thank you a certain field mouse (tehe). Overall worried me about the quality of ours. Macbeth, I think, was one of the best times we've done it, and or audience response was very good (thanks guys :D). The other Macbeth was frankly TERRIFYING! If I was to show you roughly how long it would take for your heart to come back down to normal rate, it would be roughly comparable to this: imagine that your mother, accompanied by the Grim Reaper, walked in on you masturbating when you were, say, 13 years old and yelled "HEATHEN, THOU HAST OFFENDED OUR TRUE LORD!' and came at you with Grimmy-Boys scythe. Not a likely situation, granted, but scary none the less. Well done Macbeth, witches group.


Then came the joy of half term arriving. A joy of many days of procrastination (see Sunday, 13th February: Procrastination - Fuel of the Nation). Saturday was easy - work, Sunday I'll get to later, and Monday I was in London with the exceptional bunch of people I call my NYT friends. That was a day involving singing folk-ified hymns in Camden Market and dancing with Hare Krishners. Fun fun fun. I actually wrote an essay on Tuesday (I know, one whole day, one short essay. fail), and was in college today doing a lot of funding work. But I'm boring you, I'll move on.


Sunday. Now this you may be interested in: RUSSELL HOWARD at the O2. A few smaller details about him, he has been going to the gym, and you can tell, and included a Friends style Barker Lounger into his set seamlessly. The first time it seemed very rehearsed, but after that far more natural. He has managed to incorporate multimedia into his show quite well, but the thing you all want to know. 


Russell Howard is a size 18. 


He wore a, rather lovely, pink thong throughout the second half. Apparently bought in La Senza. Howard is a man very ready to repeatedly show off his thong to a stadium full of strangers multiple times. I have never known him be funnier or indeed more original. The involved many more Boris jokes - but a much dimmer view of him. Poor Boris. and a fair amount of silliness:

"THE NORWICH NINJA"

Yes, thats right, and straight from the news - a ninja who hurt his shoulder falling out of a tree, his finger doing acrobatics, and couldn't sneak up on  fox. I suggest you all wait obsessively, as i will be, until November for the DVD. you will actually piss yourselves. Maybe. 


You are all sad strange little people, and you have my pity, Farewell.

Buzz

So today's been fun. Genuinely, I've had a great day.

Aside from the obscenely early start at 4 this morning (and a total inability to have a bath last night because the hot water wasn't working) it's been nice. All, yes ALL, of my trains have been on time, with seating available. The people touring us around Rose Bruford were lovely and funny (and just a little bit steaming hot :P) and then I had some time to sit back, breath and relax before I started.

When I went in I did my hamlet which, admittedly, could have been better but was still good, they seemed fairly standard for an audition-er, but then they asked me to do my contemporary and joy of joys they laughed! At me! Also, Alison, they lady who auditioned me said she really likes the author of my play. Will that count in my favour? ... Well, no. I'm not so naïve as to think that her opinion of the playwright makes any difference whatsoever, or that the laughter means anything other than a boost in my confidence, all I know for sure now is that they have seen it, I liked it, and I've still got a while to wait for a response.

Time to just enjoy the buzz. :D
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I don't like Mondays

So, it's ten past eight and already today is, frankly, awful. And it isn't because it's valentines amazingly.

This morning I woke up late and had the worlds fastest shower and breakfast before powering it from my house to the station only to realise that someone had killed themselves a couple of stations down the line. That probably was valentines fault (partly, most people can deal with today's melancholy). It meant that my train (and every train for half an hour) had been cancelled.

When I did get a train I was crammed into the luggage rack, being forced back and forth by some guy in a ski coat who stank to high heaven, as a place to sit, with no access to the door to get off and change to my other train.

Then crammed onto a platform with about, oh, 1000 people?! Waiting for a late train that would still have been too late if it was on time.

At this point I managed to get myself in, but listening to the boomtown rats really ups the mood.

Fuck valentines, fuck trains, fuck southern for making me stand around.
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Procrastination - fuel of the Nation

So here I am convincing myself I am actually about to start the work I've been building up to all day, but I think we all know it's not going to happen just yet. Oh well, that's just how the cookie crumbles.

I just spent 45 minutes trying to set up 'Mobile Blogger' before I realised that 'Mail2Blogger' existed and took literally 2 seconds to set up - silly old me! But now I am happily writing this in an email on my blackberry which I'm quite enjoying and can be a new thing for my list of tools for procrastination.

Procrastination is what keeps this country going. We all do it, and usually the last minute pressure actually makes our work better. But, like all fuels, there is always a flaw in the reasoning: it makes for an extremely lazy country I think. All fellow procrastinators tell me now - do you usually feel lazy when putting work off?

I thought so. I'm not entirely sure what my opinion is at this point - or where this is going (apart from on and on), so I'll leave it there. I am not More-Than Freeman, but thank you for reading nonetheless.
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Jager and Blackberry

HI-DI-HI BLOGGERS!!

In the last few days since I started this blog, stuff has happened. Not much stuff, grant you, but stuff none the less.

Despite Thursday being unbearably slow, and having to wake up first thing, Friday was a good day. Had a fun day at college, if a slightly worrying one hearing about the trials of a preceding night, then on my way home bought a Blackberry Curve 3G and stuck my SIM card in it. The blackberry is an AMAZING piece of technology and I love it and using it however, there is one major flaw as it stands right now.

I CAN'T USE FACEBOOK!!!!!!!

Or twitter, or many other things on it because, simply, RIM are strange people. All other phone makers use the networks server to use internet and stuff, but RIM/Blackberry DO NOT! They have it go through their own so my data plan is wrong. and nothing about me is ever wrong so you see how this upsets me on many levels :P

I am confused by it though, as I don't see how it is I can use the browser and download from AppsWorld but can't use any apps that need the internet.....?

But hey-ho, life goes on, and there are better things to discuss. For example: JAGERMEISTER. On friday night I very much enjoyed my jagermeister, in fact I enjoyed most of the bottle straight, to myself. It started off slower. With blue-bolt involved, but in mere minutes I was drinking from he bottle. After about 45 minutes, and 40% bottle, i still couldn't feel anything, so I drank more - clever right? - then it started hitting, tipsy-ness kicked in, and a drinking game started. A drinking game which saw me finish the bottle of Jager. Don't get me wrong, certain other people had some shots of it but that probably amounted to about 10-15% of the bottle. After the game I started a can of Strongbow, which I don't know if I finished, all I know is that I went home after having spewn  forth my contents into a controlled unit.

Yesterday was like any Saturday (amazingly, not hungover :D) work all day, sleep all night, and I am writing this in a bid to prepare my mind to write to essays and organize an AWFUL lot of notes.

On top of that the stress/nerves are starting to reach me on the subject of my Rose Bruford audition on Tuesday. Tuesday is now an extra-early morning (4 a.m.) after not getting home until 8 on Monday because I've been roped into overtime. At Tesco. Joy. 

Blog Virgin

Well, this is my first. Call me a band-waggon jumper but everyone else, seems to be doing it so I thought I'd give it a try. 


I never quite sure what to write on these sorts of things so I'll probably just use it to rant and rave, talk about random shit that comes to mind about TV and films i see, and air the sort of dirty dirty laundry I wouldn't on facebook or twitter because I cannot stand facebook arguments and want to avoid them at all costs.


 So, anyone who reads this look forward to some venting that is to come metaphorically spewing from my fingers into the wonderful world of the world wide web.


Enjoy!