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Wednesday 14th May 2008

Wed, 14 May 2008 00:00:00 +0100

Yup. Yup, yup and yup. Quite hung over. Don't mind saying.
"Why?" you ask.
I'll tell you why. Because if you haven't paid a trip to the guestbook and don't already know - I finished the first draft of my book. Yeah. How you like dem apples?
Anyhoo. I was taken out by the fizzbomb to celebrate. There was fizzing. But no bombing. Or running. Or heavy petting. (Eric O - that's a reference to signs that are always up in English swimming pools. I felt the urge to explain that to you. Because you won't know that.)

Tuesday 13th May 2008

Tue, 13 May 2008 00:00:00 +0100

I'm really worried about something.
I think I might pull a stupid face when I'm playing the guitar. Like proper awful. And I don't even know I'm doing it until suddenly I think "Why am I pouting?"
It gets worse. I think I pull the same face when I'm chopping vegetables.
This is a bad business. I may well be rockin' the house, but no one wants to see a guitar face. It's the same as the sex face. Which NO ONE wants to see. Not even the person immediately underneath it.

Monday 12th May 2008

Mon, 12 May 2008 00:00:00 +0100

Joy to the world. I got to spend the lion's share of the day away from my computer and in a room with three other humans where we sat and wrangled over scripts for the tellybox show what I am editing.
Actually working in the presence of three whole homo sapiens. With faces. And mouths that sound comes out of. Imagine that. And there was pain au chocolate. And pizza. You don't get that on your own at Kennedy Towers.

Sunday 11th May 2008

Sun, 11 May 2008 00:00:00 +0100

"Will you both PIPE down!"
Those were the actual words that came out of my actual mouth. Actually.
It was 3 am. The Pezzers, over excited and over stimulated, were enjoying their hilarious sleepover at Kennedy Towers. It was like having a pair of naughty children to stay. I never thought the day would come when I had to march into a bedroom and tell my parents off for making too much noise. But it has. Hell has freezed over. The metamorphosis is now complete.
And I caught them stealing biscuits.

Friday 9th May 2008

Fri, 09 May 2008 00:00:00 +0100

"Well, it's a disaster!" wailed HMB. That is her catchphrase.
"What's happened now?" said I, heaving a large internal sigh.
"Well we're going to PAris on Sunday."
"I know this."
"And there's no train that can get us to Kings Cross before 9 o clock. Or there is, but we'd have to change at Finsbury Park. And that's no good. Not with your father having a bad wrist. But then we could stay at your house...."
*makes small, muffled sound.

Thursday 8th May 2008

Thu, 08 May 2008 00:00:00 +0100

I never thought the day would come. Something explosive has happened, a thrill so deep I'm writing this from the centre of the earth.
No I'm not getting married.
It's better than that.
I tried on some size 10 super skinny jeans.
And they fitted.
*cue the ticker tape parade, the prancing elephants, the dancing girls, the marching band and me a-top a plinth waving said jeans in the air and shouting "They fit me! They actually fit me!"*
What more is there to add?

Wednesday 7th May 2008

Wed, 07 May 2008 00:00:00 +0100

Parents. Who needs em? OK. Technically we all do. They've got us over a barrel with that one. But other than that the answer is very clearly NOBODY.
I'd been out helping at an audition for some gentleman callers. I was called in to pretend be someone much more famous than me so that the gentlemen had someone they could act against. Normally at auditions you have to read with either the producer or the casting director. Sometimes they are OK. Sometimes they are terrible. But they are never good.