This weekend Jim and I watched ‘CONTROL’ and ‘THIS IS ENGLAND’ in front of a log fire.
Two extremely eloquent British films.
I fell into bed with monochrome mic stands and technicoloured skin- heads running through my head.
When I awoke it was minus 4.
The lawn was covered in thick white frost, the birds were fighting for bird seed and the back window of my car had to be de-iced.
The old man went out to play golf with his acting mate, whether he has his fingers left I will know shortly.
(he has, he says it wasn’t his fingers he was worried about being brass monkey weather and all.)
I bumped into my old nutritionist in the lift at Waitrose.
We talked about bloating, carbs, and linseeds.
The result of that conversation was a basket of seeds, oils and guilt.
I arrived 15 minutes late to the studio, even though the sun was out and its half term for half the population.
Steve, my producer, is on holiday, so NATALIE did me.
We learned each others rules fairly quickly.
We started with research that revealed we were all killing ourselves with our ‘meltdown’ life style, moved onto 19 year old Max Gegarty’s travel-blog on the ‘Guardian’ website, where he has become the victim of bullying, accusing him of nepotism and middle-class one-upmanship, the discussion traversed the class war and pyschotherapeutic mirroring, and then it was one giant leap from blogging to teachers wages and Delia Smith’s cheap cookbook.
I agreed with Yasmin Alibhai Browns column in the ‘Independent’, we’ve all spent years trying to educate people into being more responsible in their food choices when along comes St.Del. to turn the clock back 5 years.
The Smiths and the Browns should talk more.
I arrived back at the flat to be greeted by two young women and two fluffy white dogs.
BB and Di have spent all week-end bonding, playing with Doodles the bichon and Whisper a Maltese ( thats a Malteser without the ‘R’ ) picking apart their relationships and using up every mug in the cupboard!
It took me right back to1965 when I flat-shared in Hampstead with 2 actresses and a Playboy Bunny, or was it Delia’s cheap meals?
Anyway it now feels like minus 8, so I’m putting on some woolley socks, my thick pyjamas and I’m heating up my lavender pillow for my neck.
Two more weeks before Bee’s 21st, a big party for all the important folk in her life and then Jim gets to pack his bag and move in with me for two months, whilst Hanna gets to pack hers and move in with Jackson.
Ah! the actors life.
Stay warm and cu2morrer.