I've had a weird few days...(since becoming single again if you didn't *get* that last post)...and things are going very well for me now.
I must say I do bounce back incredibly fast, I'm over with the gut-wrenching sob stage, and already on to the 'time for me' and having fun...I'm actually, (apart from quiet moments which are more to do with inner questioning than anything) pretty much back to normal.
Theatre rehearsals are going very well, and my ex-bf has moved out. I am now feeling a LOT more independant...not that I was the dependant one, but there you go...
Went to Jojo's booklaunch of his latest naked photography project last night...
I initially turned up at theatre for Panto rehearsals, but they were cancelled, so I mingled like a socialite and had free wine etc...caught up with a lot of really good friends and had some extremely entertaining conversation...
Such as an idea for filming a new bagpuss episode...what if Emily brought home a vibrator...and the hilarity that would ensue should the mice try to polish it etc...
"Nonsense! You mice are RIDICULOUS!! It's a gigantic SKY ROCKET"
...and various other topics of conversation about music/film projects etc...
Eventually had to stagger off to work at 9...and sit all night having hysterical discussions about tongue-twisters...
"All I want is a proper cup of coffee, made in a proper copper coffee pot" and "Betty Botter bought some butter, but she said 'this butter's bitter', if I put it in my batter, it will make my batter bitter'" etc etc
And a lunchtime conversation about Roger Moore...what if he were Obi Wan Kenobi...cue discussion of script with EYEBROW directions...etc...
And if Star Wars was entirely voiced by Plymothians...
"Luke, Oi am your faaaarrrther"
(makes no sense if you don't know the rustic tone I suppose)
Got home at about 4:30am, rang my friend Rob at about 6am...
HE'S GETTING MARRIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Next september...and Simon and I are going to be goth bridesmaids in purple silk/satin and fetish gear...I'm so happy for him...I spoke to his partner on the phone and they sound really happy together!!
So I didn't get to sleep till about 9am, what with my ex going, and stuff that had to be done, so I'm only just awake now...
Time for coffee and a cigarette,
Bye for now,
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1. List five things you'd like to accomplish by the end of the year.
Get Actor's Equity.
Apply to Drama College.
Successfully finish both the Weird Cabaret show and the full run of the Panto without a tired nervous breakdown.
Sort out all the crap in this flat that isn't mine.
Make some good music (new avant-garde/goth project with Spikey and Nick B).
2. List five people you've lost contact with that you'd like to hear from again.
Mostly old theatre buddies...but I'm crap with names so this bit doesn't work.
Dead people: My aunt June Thorburn, my great uncle-whatever Cary Grant...oh, and the old potter in my family: Bernard Leach...I'd wake them up and say "Give me a job and/or contacts dammit!!"
3. List five things you'd like to learn how to do.
Speak a bit of Kurdish (Azo is teaching us phrases at theatre)
Cook without burning things.
Drive. (that or I DEMAND a Pony, no matter how impractical)
Manage my finances.
Be a bit more cautious in affairs of the heart should there ever be a next-time.
4. List five things you'd do if you won the lottery (no limit).
Buy my parents a big(ger)house. It's huge enough already...but I'd like to store a lot of my stuff there so...
Sort out any financial difficulties any of my friends have...if that means buying them houses too then fine.
Buy myself a big gothic castle with a recording studio, film studio, art studio, roomful of retro computers, roomful of NEW computers, riding stables, huge medieaval dining hall...garret room etc etc...
Have all my friends live in it and have LOTS of wild goth parties...
Right all the wrongs in the world and blow up the whitehouse. For fun.
5. List five things you do that help you relax.
HUGE pampering sessions involving deep bubble baths and oils and playing with makeup.
LOUD classical music.
Drinking red wine to oblivion.
Does the above make me sound unstable in any way??
Which John Cusack Are You?
Bullets Over Broadway, eh?