...resembles the eternal rocks beneath:- a source of little visible delight, but neccessary.

What a DAY. It started really well. I was up dancing in the kitchen till 2am this morning. I felt happy, free (there's some feelings for you Timlet) and maybe a little bit drunk.

I stayed in bed till 2pm, reading. Wuthering Heights. I've read it twice before and it just gets better.

Lunch was chilli con carne, I added paprika for, you know, that extra kick.

Date with my fellow directors and a rehearsal.

Never been a director before, so that was a big deal. It was good. We're alright.

Pub with some of my favourite people.

Wonderful cycle home, really fast.

Dinner was salad (watching the old waist line) custard for pudding though.

Roll on the weekend.

I Have Spread My Dreams Under Your Feet

I am really concerned about the language of blogging. First of all the word 'blog', it's brilliant, but what does it actually mean? More importantly, however, I am horrified by the terminology used on the webpage. Forgive me for reading too much into it, but now i have three FOLLOWERS. You know, the old alarm bells are ringing. The word 'follower' would suggest a form of stalking, which i suppose a blog encourages. You're putting yourself out there to be stalked, which is kind of a bit weird, don't you think? They may aswell call it 'raper on your case' on maybe not, because i actually know the three people following me. Anyway, that's not what this blog is supposed to be about. Oh no.



Today I went to Senate House, the best library in London, and read some more poetry. 'Not Marvell', i hear you cry. No, it was Yeats today. Turns out he is really good, won a nobel prize and everything. Ezra Pound was his secretary, that's pretty cool. I need a secretary. That would increase my happiness SO much.

On the play front, we've stumbled into our first problem... people are dropping out, with good reasons, like they are too busy. But it makes me sad because I think we haven't impressed them enough. Yeah I know, I always bring it back to myself (me, me, me). I thought our sparkling beauty and intelligence would keep them captivated for years, but no, they have too much on their plates. We all have too much on our plates (some more than others), you know, which leads me to my next point....

My plate will not be full of eggs (T.B is that all you eat, because, you know, you shouldn't eat more than one egg a week, gives you cancer and bad dreams ), tonight my plate will be full of burgers. I'm going to make burgers. Never made a burger before, so we'll see what happens.

Yeats liked burgers and believed in ghosts, my kind of guy.
I do hope Thea was in college day.
I'm sorry about the football stuff.
YO. Rock on.

I heART you.

Yesterday i woke up content, this morning i woke up confused.

It was so early and I was tired, and nobody was there.

Today has been fairly average. I went to an early lecture about Marvell and had to read a poem called 'Upon Appleton House'. Apparently it is one of the greatest elegiac poems of all time. EleBORING more like. The rhyming is atrocious, listen to this... 'The sight does from these bastions ply/ The invisible artillery'. Come on Marvell, that is really bad. Even Robbie Williams can do better than that....'There was a time/when lazy days would start with WINE', well almost.

The afternoon was slightly better. Rissotto for lunch and a phone call from a certain someone telling me he REALLY wanted to come to Truffle Shuffle, even though the evening before he said he HATED Truffle Shuffle. I also organised some rehearsals, and then got some brilliantly sweet text messages from various members of the cast telling me why they couldn't come. They sounded so scared that i was going to get angry/upset (ah the power), Z has even rearranged her trip up north so she can come on Friday. Hurray.

Around 4 o'clock I thought i trip to the library would help. It didn't. I read ten pages and cycled home. I think the front tyre of my bike has a puncture, so the journey home was a little slow. I love cycling in London, sometimes I sing to myself, other times I swear at EVERYONE that gets in my way. Today I circled the gherkin and it made me feel really dizzy looking up at it as I went round.

So, I had a bath to calm myself down, and de-tangled my hair. It took awhile, and I had to chop some of the matted bits out. But I've kept them in a little box, just in case I run out one day...you never know.

So now I have satisfied my blogging audience I am going to retire to bed with Daniel Defoe. Goodnight handsome princes, sleep well.

Blog Virgin

It is a very rare thing to wake up on a Sunday morning and feel content. I do. 

Simon has been talking for a long time about writing a blog. At first i thought he was being pretentious and self-centered. Then i suddenly realised how blogs could help change our lives for the better. No longer do we have to promote ourselves through facebook posts and terrible tagged photographs, oh no, we can have a stimulating conversation through blogging.  

Perhaps i should use this opportunity to talk about the play we are directing. We had the first read through on Friday. I was REALLY nervous. What would happen if we got it all wrong? Turns out that, in fact, we had hit the nail on the head in most cases. There are so many things to do, i'm worried about the logistics of it all and Josh still hasn't told me how to sort the money side of things. Simon tells me I worry to much and that i should 'chillax'. Maybe he is right. He seems to be right about most things...even blogs.

I'd like to dedicate my first blog to Simon, he's alright.