My eye was glued together when I woke up.
Now it could be an eye-lash ( or ash-leye as Bee used to call it) or my insomnia.
Whatever it is I woke up this morning in a fowl temper.
Jim had decamped to the spare room – he’s dangerously close to opening night – so I woke alone and gummed up.
Jeni Barnett
The night before Barakaday
It’s all slowly revealing itself. Today the show was grown up and informative. Took a taxi home too tired to walk. Although this morning I found another route to South Kensington Station. I could hear myself chuntering to myself as I walked new streets.. Tonight I leapt into my pj’s and settled down with Jim … Read more
Two days before inaugeration day.
Made the guest list for my 60th. Found the venue. Sorted the invites. Travelled back from the cottage in my pyjamas. Bought just the one Sunday newspaper. Put in the washing,. Blitzed the cottage. Tidied the flat and now I’m curling up for Sunday evening. night night.
Excuses I have not………
Yes know I should be ashamed of myself.
I have no excuse, well actually I have, my keyboard kept jumping and missing letters, and my frustration level was so I High I wanted to scream
Yesterday morning, whilst the old git was dressing I complained yet again about the useless nature of my keyboard. May I remind you that I have had to paint in the ‘N’ and ‘L’ in pearlised nail varnish as I’ve worn away the letters. Why the ‘N’ and ‘L’ should give up the ghost I’llllllllll NNNNNNNNNNNNever Knnnnnnnnnnnnnnnow.
There he was semi naked studying my keyboard when I saw the light bulb ping over his head.
A good old fashioned 60 watt light bulb may I add, anyway he turned the keyboard over, opened a flap and took out two batteries.
He replaced them with two new ones and before you could say will you go and put some underpoants on, I was up and running, well up and typing.
Thorsday
The Groucho Club, in Dean Street, is my actors club.
Bernie makes life sweet, he hugs me in reception and makes me feel like Lisa Minnelli.
I took Pammie and Paul, who are over from new York. I had a coffee they had wine.
We then went to my favourite Chinese restaurant in China town and had ‘margerine prawns’ which sound offensive but taste divine.
We had a meal for two because the meal for three would have been too much, after which I grabbed a taxi and came home in the fog.
twitter or be damned
Cirque Soleil, Sunset Boulvevard two totally different experiences. One was big, in the Albert Hall, acrobats, ropes and headless overcoats, the other small, intimate with a team of actor musicians who somehow managed to make love whilst holding a trumpet. Both recommended. I am,understandably, ready to put on my pyjamas and start work on THE … Read more
The Last Supper
The river is as calm as a Japanese etching.
It’s 11.o’clock and four out of six of us are still sleeping off the excesses of 2008.
The party went like this……..
2009
To all of you that have blogged with me, listened to me, watched, and helped me over 2008 have a wonderful New Yea. May the best of 2008 be the worst of 2009. There wil be tails to tell and I will after I’ve finished this delicious fizzy shiraz…. HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL.
Festive excessive
It appears that I have spent 5 full days buried beneath a mountain of wrapping paper sellotape greeting cards satsumas crackers turkey gammon 112 different kinds of cheese 78 different kinds of chutney and more games than mad mick. My cup runneth over with bubbling juices and juicy bubbly. Would I like to be in … Read more
Undecided of Battersea
8.41. on a frosty morning. I’ve watered the window boxes on the balcony. Should have put on shoes my feet are freezing. The river looks lovely all the houseboats outside the flat have Christmassy decorations which twinkle at night. I am so busy at the moment, don’t know whether I’m coming or going especially since … Read more