Having seen tonight's episode, I want to know where I can get my own. Could I get him to regenerate through, say, the two hunky doctors off tv to improve him even more, or perhaps with Colin Firth?
Okay, some advice needed here chaps.
My sis works for the H.R. Department of a Big Multinational. I occasionally get acting work with a roleplay company that provides big multinationals with actors for training purposes. This company also happens to be run by an old acting chum of mine, and as it is quite a young company that's still finding its feet he asked me to ask my sister if Big Multinational had any training needs. I did so, because I like helping friends get ahead.
So, my sister asks my chum to give her a quote for a training session she's doing, and he gets the gig. "Brilliant," I think. I bask in the glow of my good deed, then forget all about it.
Fast forward a couple of months, and I get an email from my chum. It appears that they have had a few jobs with the Big Multinational, and so he is giving me a commission - 10% of the first year's sales. It's not loads of money, by any stretch of the imagination, but I'm a poor, struggling actor so I think "Whoopee!" and shoot off an email to my sister thanking her for using my mate's company and telling her of my good luck. I promise her a big Christmas present this year.
She emails back saying she wants 50% of the money.
I asume she is joking, and email back "Um, well, yeah, ah... maybe we can discuss that at a later date ;-)"
She replies: "I can always recommend someone else you know...."
Me (still hoping she's joking, but not so sure now): "Ooooh, you wouldn't do that to your own sister, surely? A poor, struggling actress, crippled with back problems?"
Her reply: "Well, probably not, but I think I should at least get a cut as I know we've been handing out details of [my mate's company] like it is going out of fashion... and I do have a wedding to save up for after all..."
I am rather taken aback. What to do? Is she right to ask? Am I mean for wanting to keep the money? It really isn't much at all, so splitting it 50-50 would mean we both got enough for a new pair of shoes. And not designer shoes, either.
I now know what the government are spending my tax money on.
After a seminar today I received a mug, a bottle of water and a highlighter all emblazoned with a government logo on them. The water pissed me off the most as I have now drunk it and thrown it in the bin.
Am I better teacher for drinking the water and owning the mug? No I am not.
In one month exactly I will have a new surname.
Tonight the boy is going to give me lot's of pretty jewels. This makes me very happy. Clearly I am a magpie.
We have finally finished booking our honeymoon and it is clearly going to be both wonderful and epic!
Now, finally, I have been trying to find the perfect reading for the wedding and here it is:
The Pursuit of Love
Nancy Mitford
But she was filled with a strange, wild, unfamiliar happiness, and knew that this was love. In her life she had mistaken something else for it; it was like seeing somebody in the street who you think is a friend, you whistle and wave and run after him, and it is not only not the friend, but not even very like him. A few minutes later the real friend appears in view, and then you can’t imagine how you ever mistook that other person for him. She was now looking upon the authentic face of love, and she knew it, but it frightened her. That it should come so casually, so much by a series of accidents, was frightening. She tried to remember how she had felt when she had first thought that she had loved. There must have been strong and impelling emotion; she had disrupted her own life, upset her parents and friends remorselessly, in order to be with them, but she could not recall it. Only she knew that never before, not even in dreams, and she was a great dreamer of love, had she felt anything remotely like this. She told herself, over and over again, that tomorrow she must go back to her old life, but she had no intention of going back, and she knew it.
How are you celebrating the 4th of July?
All the 4th of July means to me is that it's a week until my birthday and, because I'm working from home, I can sing the 'you can have a fishy on your little dishy' song about my lunch that I'm about to cook. Now if you were to ask me about how I'd celebrate the 1st March (St David's Day) I might have to say something quite similar, but it'd be further away from my birthday of course.
Ez: "What time do you go to bed mum and dad?" about 8, or 9 or 13 o'clock?"
Me: "About elevenish"
Ez: "Sometimes me and Seth pretend we've got foot guns" aims toes at me and fires.
Me: ...............
Later, Seth is coming down the slide, when another boy slides after him, kicking him in the head
Seth: "That bloody kid, he do kick me in the head when he come down that slide, mummy"
Me: "oh, poor Sethy" pause "Did you say a sweary word Seth?"
Meanwhile, kicking boy's father tells him off for kicking Seth in the head, and looks at me for validation.
Seth: "No, I said, that bloody kid he do kick me in the head. Boy isn't a sweary word. I don't say Fuck because Daddy do say that is a sweary word"
Boys father grimaces at language and encourages his boys to run off. Other Mum's in the park start to grin at each other, whilst I dig myself further
Me: "Bloody, is a sweary word. And don't say that word either- even in explanation"
Ez: "No it in't its baslemy"
Me: "Its not really blasphemy, its..."
Seth: "Its not sweary, Dad said"
Me: "Whatever it is, its rude"
Seth: Shouting "Mummy, that rude boy, he do kick me in my head"
Ez: "He's not rude, he is naughty. Whats a baslemy, Mummy? Is that word that Seth said in the car baslemy or sweary?"
Me: "It was an accident"
Ez: "Mum, mum. Seth, what was that word you said in the car?".
Seth: "Bugger! Mum, can I do a wee outside?" Pulls down shorts and pants in the middle of the playground.
Me: "Enough! Seth, pull up your pants. We'll go for a wee in the toilet. Anymore sweary words and we'll go home"
Seth and Ez lose interest and run off toward toilets, whilst rude boy's dad stares. Mums piss themselves laughing. The ground opens and I fall in.
Just waiting for the call from the Estate Agent saying the lawyers have sent and received the monies and that I can have my keys.
Nervous? Me?!
Just a brief note, and sorry, no time to catch up on everyone else... will do that when I get back to the office!!
Canada was cool - Montreal was humid and sometimes rainy, but that delicious warm tropical rain.
Restaurant Toque! was amazing! The food was great, and the staff friendly.
Brockville was great - fantastic fireworks for Canada Day as we sat on the rocks on the shore of the St Lawrence river, looking at the USA across the water. A small flotilla of boats came out of the marina to watch as well.
We're now in the good ol' USA, at Saranac Lake, where we're staying in a lovely old inn.
We are due for horseriding today, except it's p-ing it down with rain, and we're not sure if we can/want to ride in the rain for 3 hours! We shall see when we get there.
Anyhoo - hope you're all well!
Hot to trot
1. Only one more sleep until we move house. Have I mentioned that yet?
2. The unreliability of the Southern Weather forecast. This is a good thing. They say rain and cloud and grey but yesterday we had about 5 hours of cloud, one hour of showers then boiling hot sunshine to end the day. Today, approaching rain and cloud by lunchtime. So far some high white fluffy clouds and boiling hot sunshine.
3. We are off on holiday next week for two weeks. I'll be thinking of you while I'm standing on top of the Pale di San Martino and swimming in Lago di Garda.
4. Bills. Bills is a Brighton institution that M and I dined at twice this week. The food is good and the feel is like a café in the West Village. Inside it looks like a French produce market held in a Victorian fire station. Their pumpkin, sweet potato, courgette, sunflower seed, leek, goats cheese and parmesan pie is outstanding. I am also addicted to the pamplemousse French sodas there, so pink.
5. The Real Eating Company in Hove. Their coffee is lovely and strong and served in beautiful paper cups. Can't wait to eat there. It's a real foodies deli paradise.
6. Bromptons Opticians in North Laine. I have never seen so many funky frames in one shop in all my life. My London opticians seem quite boring by comparision. M went there yesterday for a sight test and ordered a grey and yellow pair of specs. Can't wait to see them. I quite fancy some pink Vivienne Westwood ones myself.
7. M is going for a haircut tomorrow at the place I went to in Kemp Town. New glasses and a new haircut, get in there boy.
8. I have discovered - much belatedly - Bravissimo. I now know I am a smaller back size and a (yet) bigger cup size than I thought. (I am actually rather proud of having a 30inch chest.) I also get into a size 10 dress that fits in all the right places. My new holiday dresses are not the ill fitting tents I am usually forced to buy so they fit my bust. They do fit my bust but actually show off my waist and hips. Hurrah.
Standing at the side of the dance floor
1. As of tomorrow I am internet impoverished. Until BT and our internet provider start talking nicely and do their jobs (they may yet surprise us!) we'll have the usual up to one month wait for our new broadband connection.
2. I bought some more sunscreen. Isn't it expensive?
3. I bought five t-shirts for £6 today. I kind of feel guilty about it. I did need some new ones though, my old ones are mostly covered in paint.
4. The people up stairs have elephants for children.
*Well everyone else is using this blog title
I am intrigued.
Last night Big Boy and I were very bad and went out for pizza. I won't claim that we ate too much (we used to eat about twice what we eat there now) but it certainly wasn't diet food. We joked that we'd probably end up losing weight by today on the basis that every time we are bad and go out for fish and chips, burgers, etc, we end up losing weight by the next day. Today, I found that I'd dropped a pound. Thursday isn't even my weight loss day - that's Friday and/or Saturday. Thursday is part of the 'hump of the week' - the wobble, wobble, wobble (before WHOOSH) that I've described in a previous entry. I simply don't lose weight on a Thursday.
It sounds like superstition. It sounds like I must be wrong. But it seems that every time I eat precisely what goes against my diet (and I didn't do any exercise last night) I lose weight by the next day. I wish I even began to have an explanation for this.
Yes, I know, I am so terribly boring always going on about my diet. Did I mention that I fit into my size twelve incentive skirt now? I'm happy to be boring so long as I fit into a size twelve - even if it's just that one item of clothing and everything else is a fourteen. Boring, boring, boring. Yeah, lump it.
1. Man who kept shouting out 'gnnnuuurrrggghh', 'heurrrrggghhhh', 'YES!' etc every 5 or 6 seconds on all the weights machines. This prompted the real bodybuilders to raise conspiratorial eyebrows amongst themselves. It's just not how these things are done, so shurrup.
2. Strange noise that went on for about 5 minutes in the women's changing rooms, until my curiosity got the better of me and I had to look round the corner to find out what the dickens was happening. An odd little woman had decided to apply body lotion all over her entire skin by literally SLAPPING IT ON, and then slapping it some more instead of rubbing it in. Took her 10 minutes in total to get bored.
3. The woman who decided to dry her hair while she was stark naked, and who also decided that she would plant her feet wide apart and bend right over to dry her hair upside down, thus giving the entire changing room a full 'ringside seat' view of her arse and 'lady-bits'. Cheers love, but maybe you could put a few clothes on first next time.
I am thinking about trying out a new gym on Friday, after my course has finished.
