As I was driving home from work today with a fag in my hand I paused to consider whether I like the person I currently am.
I fear not.
I'm pretty unhappy, fairly angry, unable or unwilling to do anything about it and not relating well to other people.
Note to self. Buck your ideas up.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
It's A Farce
Regular and loyal readers will no doubt recall that I am appearing in an amateur production of a farce written in 1957.
Yesterday brought the first performance which was about as farcical as it could be due in no small part to me running off stage in the middle of one of my scenes, running on stage twice when not required to do so and making a very poor fist of improvising missing props.
The audience laughed which is in no way demeaned by the fact that several of them we're wheelchair bound, a couple had mental health issues and none of them get out much.
Two more performances to go but we're having an additional rehearsal tonight which will probably be slighly more pointless than all the other's we've had over the past five months as most people seem to have lost interest and like me are counting down the days to Friday when we can forget all about it.
My friend phoned and told me that I should try to remember that the mere fact of appearing in an amateur production on a very small and sparsely populated island will probably induce hilarity in years to come. It's no doubt sound advice and gave me a crumb or two of comfort but has failed to make me laugh just yet.
Perhaps at the Meet The Stars party on Friday I'll be found bent double with tears in my eyes but until them I'll make do with a pained expression and a heavy heart.
Yesterday brought the first performance which was about as farcical as it could be due in no small part to me running off stage in the middle of one of my scenes, running on stage twice when not required to do so and making a very poor fist of improvising missing props.
The audience laughed which is in no way demeaned by the fact that several of them we're wheelchair bound, a couple had mental health issues and none of them get out much.
Two more performances to go but we're having an additional rehearsal tonight which will probably be slighly more pointless than all the other's we've had over the past five months as most people seem to have lost interest and like me are counting down the days to Friday when we can forget all about it.
My friend phoned and told me that I should try to remember that the mere fact of appearing in an amateur production on a very small and sparsely populated island will probably induce hilarity in years to come. It's no doubt sound advice and gave me a crumb or two of comfort but has failed to make me laugh just yet.
Perhaps at the Meet The Stars party on Friday I'll be found bent double with tears in my eyes but until them I'll make do with a pained expression and a heavy heart.
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Have I been erased?
I haven't been able to see my blog for some time now. I wonder whether adding a new entry will change that?
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