Exciting things

Whooo hoo hooo! I've posted about this just about everywhere I can think of so I'm going to keep it short here but when I was watching tonights ep of Dr Who I realised that on our trip to Cardiff a few months ago we saw the actual Tardis. The *actual* one. We were on the train & almost pulling into the station past a new housing estate & saw a Tardis in someone's back yard. no word of a lie. At the time we just thought it was a replica built by a fan but all the locations in tonights ep were exactly the same as that estate. We were so near & we didn't even realise! Pah!

Went to see the ever so lovely KT Tunstall at the Apollo in Manchester on Wednesday night and she was absolutely amazing. Sooo talented, playing guitar, drums *and* keyboard and a really silly sense of humour. She's so fab. I've since been on the net buying all the KT stuff I haven't already got and listening to it on my CD player today. Oh its gorgeous! Especially a song called 'Throw me a rope' - heartbreakingly beautiful. I think I'm a bit besotted. I've been checking out her website and its forum and there's been alot of speculation about her sexuality but it turns out she's straight. Boo hoo! Gutted.

Not that I had a cat in hells chance, mind... still, a girl can dream.

I found out tickets were on sale for Keane the other day too. Unfortunately they sold out within the space of an hour. Bollocks. I was holding out for seats rather than standing but it seems they'd already gone anyway. I tried bleedin' everywhere. Hopefully they'll announce extra dates.

And just a final word to say that the wedding I went to the other weekend was wonderful. I got all teary-eyed as they were exchanging vows at the register office. So lovely. And their first dance was to Xanadu by Olivia Neutron Bomb. And they had a Kylie tribute act who was just as foxy as the original. And I danced my tits off with various people, some of who'm I'd not seen for ages and two of whom are Daleks. Well, Dalek operators. I had blisters on my feet at the end of the night but it was a good, happy sort of pain. *grin* All this and a 'dick on a stick' for my trouble - the grooms' gift to me for being the only girl on the stag night. I had to try & explain to my friend's mum what it was. Nice. Its still hidden away in my suitcase, under wraps. I've no idea what I'm going to do with it.

Any takers?

Is there such a thing...

... as 'Pimp my blog'?

I could do with a bit of pimping, don't you agree?

Oh and I've checked most of the blogs on my blogroll and they're not talking about *it* at all. Not yet at least.

Ok, need to do some packing.

Byesies

Newsiest news

There's a big bit of news today. Big news. A certain you-know-who and a certain you-know-what. I saw a post in a Yahoo groups thread and I thought, "Oh Dear. I think I know what that'll be.". I usually avoid big bits of news like this because I want to be surprised when it happens but I saw the title of my friend's post and even that was a dead giveaway so I read it anyway. And then I went on to one of my fave websites and it was all over there on the front page. And then I went on its forum and it was all over there. And I'm at a wedding this weekend with people-who-will-want-to-talk-about-this. I can't run and I certainly can't hide. So for anyone who has managed to avoid the news thus far I'd like to say "Well done you!".

And no, I'm not going to say what it is. I don't want to spoil it for people.

Best to avoid all the other blogs I've rolled just over there too -->>

They'll be talking about *it*.

Probably.

Squuueeeaaaalll!

My mate Ingrid has been nominated for a best actress award for Educating Rita. By the GMDF . I finally read the review their critic sent in. Full of praise for Ingrid & Mike who was the director & played Frank but absolutely no acknowledgement of the assistant director, namely, me. Yeah thanks alot.

Me & Ingrid had arranged to go out on a girly night last night anyway but thanks to this piece of news it turned more into a celebration. So we got rather pissed sat outside a very nice pub in a very nice area quaffing white wine & chatting to her next door neighbours about the dreaded 'F' word that we can't escape at the moment. I couldn't believe I was sat talking about it. Aggh! We tootled off to another pub shortly after to find it was packed to the gills* with lesbians! Yes lesbians. I couldn't believe my luck. Sadly none of them were really my type but they were ever so friendly and Ingrid noted that they seemed to be trying to work out whether we were together or not. Tee hee. They had karaoke on so we treated them to our renditions of Get Here - Oleta Adams & Dreams - Fleetwood Mac (by Ingrid) and Perfect - Fairground Attraction & Its Oh So Quiet (me). We seemed to go down well enough though I think Ingrid fared better than I did. How do some people still manage to sing in tune on karaoke? A curry take-out later & we were at Ingrids house watching some weird film & trying not to fall asleep. I didn't last very long. Ingrid packed me off back to my mums in a taxi and I fell comatose into bed. I've not been too bad hangover-wise this morning but I was feeling a tad delicate. I'd planned to go into Manchester for a spot of shopping but didn't feel up to it so I popped into Bolton on the way home instead. Manchester tomorrow instead I think.

Oops, must be off. I'm missing Dr Who...

I suppose I should be blogging

But its been hard to muster up some inspiration lately. Not that I've been lazing about doing nothing...

The play was a success. Monday's performance was ok but the lines went askew a couple of times. I think it was because it was their first time in front of a proper audience. Wednesday's was by far the best. The audience were really up for it and laughing like drains (?) the whole way through. Thursday's were a bit of a disappointment - far too quiet. It took a while to get them going but they enjoyed it in the end. I don't know why it is but for every single play we put on there's always one night when the audience are too quiet & unresponsive. There's some debate between the members as to whether its always Friday or Saturday's lot but they're all asleep nontheless. Its like all the introverts decide to get tickets for the same night. Weird. Anyway, we're glad its all over as we'd got sick of it after six months of rehearsing. Now I have my evenings free again. Hurrah! Now we have to wait & see if we've been nominated for any awards for it.

Went on my first works 'do' last week, a rather swanky chinese meal in Worsley, home of the rich & famous. And all paid for by the boss as we'd hit some target or other. I didn't even have to pay for a drink in the pub afterwards. Niiiice. One of the girls I work with gave me a lift as she lives near me & going into the restaurant she commented that she hates work do's and was really nervous. She's quite introverted in work. I know what that's like although for me it was more at the last place than here. I told her she'd be ok and then got an attack of stomach churning nerves myself. It was all ok once we'd been seated & I'd got some rather nice Pinot Grigio inside me. I enjoyed myself very much. Had a right laugh. I've been enoying myself a lot more at this new place. They seem a much more down to earth bunch than the previous place. So many people had been up themselves and downright rude & bitchy. The new lot aren't perfect (you'll often hear me cursing about one or two people) but they're relatively harmless and there's a good atmosphere about the place. I'm even nursing a bit of a crush on my boss. God help me, here we go again. I think my hormones have been a bit rampant lately as I've had not one but two saucy dreams about her in the last couple of weeks. Must keep a lid on it though. I must keep my cool.

And now this weekend I've been to a house party with the theatre lot. What a gorgeous day they picked. I didn't disgrace myself like the last time when I drank far too much wine & ended the night throwing up in their bathroom. Host & hostess said they were a bit disappointed that I was still fairly sober. I really did not want to be ill again. 3 cans of lager and I was done. And once the sun had gone in it got really cold. We ended up in the living room with the fire on full blast. It was a relief to get back to my mums where I was staying and sit in front of the telly with my jammies on and a nice cup of tea. And it was lovely to sit in the garden this afternoon in the sunshine chilling out & reading a CSI book, eating quiche & scones with jam & clotted cream and supping another cup of tea. With no-one bothering me. I didn't really want to come home again. I felt more relaxed than I have done in ages.

All this and I just realised I've missed out the stag do in Blackpool last weekend. Fantastic time. Had a great meal at an Italian restaurant called Tiramisu, drank & giggled lots and ate the most alcoholic dessert I've ever had. Saw a fabulous drag show at Funny girls. Wonderous dance routines. Paid £6 to get into Flamingoes nightclub only to spend it sitting in the internet cafe on the top floor which was playing 80s music & inserting the word 'cock' into as many TV programme titles as we could think of. All inspired by a 'dick on a stick' the two grooms had bought. I was shattered the next day and while my chums checked out of their rooms in the B&B and I was having an extra nap in bed the landlady revealed to them that she'd have to keep herself from joining me. Not that I would have encouraged her. She was a tad, er, weather-beaten to put it politely.

Or not politely - she was as rough as a dogs arse.

I was still flattered though.