18 December 2007
I have just been called Miss Stress Muffin by a regular to the site – i LIKE it…
17 December 2007
I am now officially terrified of The Season To Be Jolly. It is upon me and nothing done. Selfishly, I have been trying to write and keep up some semblance of normality – also the small matter of a deadline…Now there’s no ignoring it anymore and all is TIMING. It can’t honestly be done without some sort of fuck up, but we can try…well, I can try…I’m so afraid! Perhaps I shouldn’t have been so blase about those offers of viagra (which I assume brings MASSIVE, er, confidence)
On the plus side, I’ll post up Jam and Jerusalem details tomorrow and a tour of a play I’m doing late jan/feb around Ireland. Oh, and BRIGHT LIGHTS AND PROMISES is out in mass paperback form in jan too – again, though, these things are distracting from the writing of the new novel. It’s still going well, when it’s going, but I am regularly, and FUSSILY, stuck on bits – I am picky to the point of N on this one…I need to get over myself. Watch this space.
Yes, and No, I have not yet set up the comments function properly – I am a MESS*
*see above
BAH HUMBUG
16 December 2007
I’m getting a little tired of being offered drugs to enlarge my penis over the internet. Mind you, I also get offered lots of fancy watches, so I suppose the rationale there is that I will be well endowed and look prosperous. Fact is, though, my dick is big enough, thanks very much.
15 December 2007
I was escorted from the party building at 11.30 last night, arguing all the while with Richard as he (rightly, damn him) saw me off the premesis. I felt I had more party in me, possibly a lot more, he did not – he won. Just as well – I had reached the ‘total honesty’ phase – happily not about people in the room but, of course, types we all know. I see a lot of web activity today from friends and colleagues who were at the doo vowing never to go on to ngihtclubs again and many wondering if anyone has their dignity, which they cannot locate. Very nearly me. In fact, not quite sure I did actually get away with it…time, as always, will tell. Time is SUCH a squealer. No loyalty. Time’s a creep.
14 December 2007
I’m off now to the agency christmas doo so it’s anythingcouldhappen night…I may or may not post a blog later – as some of you know, I seem to have developed the skill to do this independently of my reason/self. Believe me no one is more surprised to see a blog when I am sure I didn’t do one. It’s like that curse of living in interesting times…
Wish me luck!
13 December 2007
It’s amazing how many cats you spot in films if you’re on the lookout. there were 2 in Half Nelson which I watched tonight. One met with a sad, and unspecified, end and the other, a kitten, had a brief but memorable cameo role. Yes, I am officially a sad, old cat lady.
13 December 2007
I am amazed I posted a blog last night – I was very drunk indeed and don’t remember doing it…wonder if this is a sinister development for me (and my drum…)
12 December 2007
and they told me ratatata-tum, me and my drum
11 December 2007
The Mammy is looking forward already to the nights lengthening whenever the solstice happens. In the meantime she’s declared that she hates the Irish weather so much in winter that she’s going to Tenerife for a month from mid January. Fair play to her. Around that time, yours truly will be looking at a tour of Hibernia with The Taming Of the Shrew and although I am looking forward to it there’re bound to be days when it’s lashing rain in, say, Ennis, and I wonder why I am not lounging about in Tenerife with herself. Also, I don’t think she’s broken it to my grey cat yet that she’s off for a while – they have forged quite a bond over the past while and The G doesn’t take lightly to being left out of the loop. There may be trouble ahead…
Saw a bit of the film ALEXANDER on TG4, the Irish speaking channel, tonight and was kind of longing to see it dubbed into Irish or Gaelic. It’s gas to think that another type of actress altogether might get to be the voice of Angelina Jolie that way. I’d love to know who the Italian Mrs Doyle is – I hear the series was dubbed there. And who’s me in Sri Lanka, for example?
As to the rumours that there is to be an American version of Fr Ted I say let’s have Whoopi Goldberg as Mrs Doyle…well, why not? It’d be different and if they followed that kind of casting across the board they could then definitely say they’d made it their own.
10 December 2007
Well, it was like being a kid again tonight in Dublin – first we were reduced to two channels when the whateveritis/cable/thingy went and then there was a wee power cut. We never thought that extraordinary when I was growing up but we don’t expect it now and first of all wonder if there’s a bill that went unpaid before thinking it might be such a thing as someone or a fault turning the magic off. Magic’s back on now, by the way.