Sweet Jesus it’s been a heck of a year so far. My head is a little spinny because I don’t feel like I’ve had the chance to sit down recently, and when my bum doesn’t get parked occasionally the top of my head goes wibble.
It’s all making me a bit giggly. At the risk of jinxing everything, so far this year:
Me and Ms Laura Degnan may have got a job as documentary filmmakers with a new art gallery. We are supposed to make around 100 short films for them this year. Tee hee.
This week I had an audition for a TV company which wants to make comedy stuff. I am apparently now “on their radar” as an actor for either working on existing scripts or developing new ones for me to be in. Tee heeeee!
Me and Mr Gus Hughes will be exhibiting an art show at a gallery in a couple of months. What?
Work continues on the Uninvisibles sketch show, due in Edinburgh in August. Hoo-wah!
And I bought some new jeans and a jumper the other week which are quite nice. Tee hee!
I am genuinely a bit befuddled by life at the moment, but in a good way. Which makes a nice change. And even if it all comes crashing down tomorrow, I’m having a really fun and interesting time so far this year.
Mee mee mee mee mee. Meeeeee mee meee meee mee. Mee mee.
I just found out I have a Bacon Number
Thank you, Scali Delpeyrat! I can officially be played in Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon. Awesome!
This good news is tempered a little by the discovery that on IMDB I am James Harris (XXIX). XXIX? XXIX?
I am not impressed.
One more Harris in that list and I could have been James Harris (XXX) and how cool would that have been? Quite cool, that’s how cool.
From the Sunderland Echo, 05/10/09. I knew I should have worn my red stripey bobble hat.
Goodness! It’s been the kind of weekend that weekends were invented for. Full of music and unexpected invitations and art and nature and suggits ice cream and nice people and sunshine and Futureheads and good food and old friends and Field Music and free booze. Lots of free booze. So hoorah for all that. I’m pooped.
All that was missing was… ah well, I can’t do anything about that. Oh, and maybe a band with big, strange eyes having a lovely singalong. I can do something about that at least…
Michael Palin and Eric Idle in a 56 second condensed representation of the way last month went for me.
Quite funny, when it’s happening in a fake BBC butcher’s shop in the 1970s…
October has to be better. It just has to be!
I run various schools drama groups, and today I started a new term at one of my regulars to be greeted by 20 kids saying “Miss!” (they call me Miss, I try not to take offence) “Miss, did we see you on telly?”
Yeah, they did. I took the dirty advertising dollar and can currently be seen during “60 Minute Makeover” pimping ScS sofas.
You can see my shame here, if you’d like.
I can’t justify it, but the money was good and much-needed at the time, and I certainly wouldn’t let commercial interests sully my own work. Oh, and hey, those sofas are really comfy.
What more can I say? (Buy an ScS sofa.)
It’s September, and me jolly hollybobs are over. I’m pretty busy over the next few months. I just started rehearsals for a new theatre in education tour. I say new, I did the same show six years ago. We watched a video from the original tour – goodness, that was an odd experience. I’d say I looked young, but I dunno, I think I looked older somehow. I mean, it might have been the grey wig and shawl, but who can say?
Anyway, I feel certain that my long-awaited return to the role of Mr Fable, kindly sweet-shop owner and storyteller, will be the talk of theatreland for months to come. And my Ugly Sister, and Donald the Brummie Dragon? The reviews will be stellar, darling.
It’s a lot of fun so far: it’s a job that I love, and the money will come in very handy, especially if I’m going to be moving next year.
And I’ve got two separate schools drama projects on, plus my Intro to Acting course at the Arc in Stockton. It’s fair to say I’m feeling motivated again. I love my work, which is more than a lot of people can say. It feels like play. I’m thankful for it. And it seems I’m quite good at it, too.
And there’s always the magical extras: the writing, the dumb comedy (joined a Leeds-based sketch group, we’ll see how that goes) and the music. Always the music.
It keeps me sane, man. Hehe. Mostly.
I met Tim Minchin once, at a party in Edinburgh. He was very nice, especially considering my drunken opening gambit was “I usually hate comedy songs, but…”
Anyway, I usually hate comedy songs, but Minchin’s stuff is funny and clever and thoughtful and musically ambitious and funny, and seems to come from a good place. As ever, there’s more to find on YouTube.
I saw him play If I Didn’t Have You live last year. And I loved it, cos at its heart… it’s true. Lasting love is about choice, not necessity. About knowing that you and this person complement and delight each other in this way, and it’s wonderful and it’s all you want. Other possible connections are always available, but you simply don’t want to know about them.
Isn’t that love? Or at least a big part of it? I think so, and it’s all the sweeter for it.
Hehe, that’s a lot of waffle about what is, after all, just a funny song, innit?