Gaah I am soooooooooooooooooo tired!!... Such is life though. I shall get over it.
How are we all? Don't bother answering that one because by the time you have got roud to doing so, I will have completely lost interest and won't care at all!... No I'm just kidding. I love you all! Perhaps not all in the same way but... Well that's to be expected. Lovely concert on Sunday, Kelda. Most enjoyable. The rest of you should have gone!
To ammend my previous post: Nick is a dickhead forever. And a bastard. And a fucking arsehole... In fact I believe he has recently been promoted to chairman of the Top Wankers And Twits club (known affectionately to its members as TWAT)! I do congratulate him on this achievement as he beat several contenders to this position, including George W[anker] Bush!
This following piece of... Art, is a Rowan Atkinson monologue. I hope it makes you all laugh untill you get stomach pains!
"The Good Loser"
(Rowan Atkinson plays "David Forbert"; Angus Deaton is "the Host")
Host of Olivier Theatre Awards: Welcome back to the Olivier Awards, and we come now to the Award for Best Actor of the Year. And the nominations this year are: Al Pacino for "Death of a Salesman", Kenneth Branagh for "Richard III", and then two actors both from the same remarkable new play "Stench" by Harold Barksworthy, and the nominees are John Daniels in the role of "Mr. Trotter", and David Forbert in the role of "Mr. Gannett". Now, these are four fine actors and I'm sure they'd all agree that the point is not to win, but to play the game. And the winner is... John Daniels!
David Forbert (yelling from audience): Oh SHIT!
Host: Unfortunately, John is unable to be with us tonight, so I'd like to ask his co-star, David Forbert, to accept the award on his behalf. David?
(David walks up, snatches the award, and quickly walks back to his seat)
Host: David? David? Um? Perhaps you'd like to say a few words, David?
(David reluctantly returns to the podium)
David Forbert: Thank you, Vanessa. Ladies and gentlemen, what a delight it is to accept this award on behalf of my close, personal... acquaintance, John Daniels. John cannot unfortunately accept it himself, because he is in Hollywood starring in his first major film role... with Meryl Streep. I am however not in Hollywood, not having been offered even a minor role in an 8-millimeter pornographic movie. But what a delightful object it is that John has won, although you know I am sure I will very soon receive one myself when I next buy ten gallons of petrol at a Texaco filling station. So what is it that Johnny has got that makes him stand apart from other actors of his generation? Well, I think we all know the answer to that one: syphilis. And what a great and heartwarming thing it is that he has already started passing it on to a whole new generation of younger actors. Of course to win an acting award is always a great honor but to receive one here in the heart of London's famous West End on an occasion such as this... hugely diminishes that honor. What could be more dull than these sordid, back-slapping sessions where has-beens in tuxedos hand over to even older has-beens in tuxedos awards for plays that close the week before they opened because the audiences were clamoring instead for tickets to Andrew Lloyd Webber's latest re-arrangement of "Puccini's Greatest Hits"? I therefore cannot say what a delight it is that John has won this award instead of me. And I should like to announce my retirement from the acting profession, in order to begin a lifetime of work amongst the mentally handicapped, in which capacity I look forward to meeting all the members of the judging panel very soon... thank you.
Thats all for now folks!
Toodles!
Monday, October 23, 2006
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Dinner, ducklings and dickheads.
Sorry about the wait, ladies and gentlemen. I was a tad busy. But I'm here now so you can all stop fretting, I'll take care of you.
Last night I took my darling Alexandra out to dinner and a movie. A most enjoyable experience! The film - Thirteen at a Table (or the Table, I'm not entirely sure) - was wonderful, the dinner -at olive - was superb, and most importantly I spent nearly five hours with Alex - which is better than any movie or dinner. My God I love that girl!
Today I had an ensemble workshop and when I got there my fried Ella was holding a fluffy pink bag. On closer inspection I found the bag contained...
A duckling. I cute little fluffy duckling.
I was, as you might expect a tad surprised. I enquired as to why Ella was holding this duckling. Ella told me that it belonged to Femke. Apparently a few weeks ago they found this duckling waddling the streets by itself, lost. So they took it home and have been looking after it. Sweet huh?
And on to my last point: dickheads. Today some idiot threw a rock at Alex's house. He's a dickhead. Someone bumped into me while walking and didn't apologise. He too I label a dickhead. And just before Nick txted Alex and creeped her out. Therefore he will become a dickhead until further notice!
Ciao!!!
Last night I took my darling Alexandra out to dinner and a movie. A most enjoyable experience! The film - Thirteen at a Table (or the Table, I'm not entirely sure) - was wonderful, the dinner -at olive - was superb, and most importantly I spent nearly five hours with Alex - which is better than any movie or dinner. My God I love that girl!
Today I had an ensemble workshop and when I got there my fried Ella was holding a fluffy pink bag. On closer inspection I found the bag contained...
A duckling. I cute little fluffy duckling.
I was, as you might expect a tad surprised. I enquired as to why Ella was holding this duckling. Ella told me that it belonged to Femke. Apparently a few weeks ago they found this duckling waddling the streets by itself, lost. So they took it home and have been looking after it. Sweet huh?
And on to my last point: dickheads. Today some idiot threw a rock at Alex's house. He's a dickhead. Someone bumped into me while walking and didn't apologise. He too I label a dickhead. And just before Nick txted Alex and creeped her out. Therefore he will become a dickhead until further notice!
Ciao!!!
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Aaah I'm sorry Kelda! I should've updated. Tut tut, naughty me...
Hehehehe I just played on the new Karori Normal playgroung with Kelda and Alex! Woopwoopwoopwoop!!! Great fun! (well I think Kelda found it kind of awkward but meh...) They're wonderfully, and surprisingly, dangerous! Charlotte and I were there last week and we were absolutely thrilled that they have started building dangerous playgrounds again. I'm sick to death of this politically correct bullshit about building safe playgrounds! "Child friendly," they would probably call it. Well I hate to break it to them, but a "child friendly" playground is a dangerous one! Kids are going to get hurt anyway no matter how "safe" something is. Personally, I think that if you make a playgroung dangerous children are less likely to get hurt because they are too scared to behave stupidly on the equipment.
I'm sure you are all aware of Kelda's plan to run away to Turkey with Peter. The plan involves Peter wearing his slinky red dress (and eric raping him, but I'll just skip over that piont...). However there is a flaw to this plan: Peter does not own a slinky red dress. So I promised to buy him one for his birthday. I told him this today in the presence of Sam Reese. Sam looked downcast that I wasn't offering him a dress. So I promised Sam a slinky black one for Christmas. Then I promised to buy all of our friends a dress each! (well the ones that would wear them...) So If one day, in the not too distant future, you come across a photo of me and a group of men in dresses (I have to get one for myself, I mean come on!!), you will know how and why it happened... Consider yourselves warned!!
Well that certainly was me behaving sillily (isn't that a great word?!)... Anyway thats all I have time for now.
A bientot!
Hehehehe I just played on the new Karori Normal playgroung with Kelda and Alex! Woopwoopwoopwoop!!! Great fun! (well I think Kelda found it kind of awkward but meh...) They're wonderfully, and surprisingly, dangerous! Charlotte and I were there last week and we were absolutely thrilled that they have started building dangerous playgrounds again. I'm sick to death of this politically correct bullshit about building safe playgrounds! "Child friendly," they would probably call it. Well I hate to break it to them, but a "child friendly" playground is a dangerous one! Kids are going to get hurt anyway no matter how "safe" something is. Personally, I think that if you make a playgroung dangerous children are less likely to get hurt because they are too scared to behave stupidly on the equipment.
I'm sure you are all aware of Kelda's plan to run away to Turkey with Peter. The plan involves Peter wearing his slinky red dress (and eric raping him, but I'll just skip over that piont...). However there is a flaw to this plan: Peter does not own a slinky red dress. So I promised to buy him one for his birthday. I told him this today in the presence of Sam Reese. Sam looked downcast that I wasn't offering him a dress. So I promised Sam a slinky black one for Christmas. Then I promised to buy all of our friends a dress each! (well the ones that would wear them...) So If one day, in the not too distant future, you come across a photo of me and a group of men in dresses (I have to get one for myself, I mean come on!!), you will know how and why it happened... Consider yourselves warned!!
Well that certainly was me behaving sillily (isn't that a great word?!)... Anyway thats all I have time for now.
A bientot!
Thursday, October 12, 2006
"Is This Love"
I'm back! And I'm using a different font... I think I might cycle through them each post... Might liven up my terribly dull life...
Well I may as well live up to the title of my blog, so here is a poem for you. It's not one of mine this time but a pretty little love poem. I seem to be quite into love poetry at the moment... can't think why...
A Red, Red Rose
O my Love’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my Love’s like a melodie
That’s sweetly played in tune!
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only Love,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Love,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
Robert Burns (1759–1796)
Nice isn't it?
I had coffee with Alex today. Then we walked home. Sounds quite normal, perhaps some people would find it boring, but it was, as it is with most of the things I do with Alex, a very enjoyable experience... Why is that? OK I enjoy her company and she is beautiful and just generally fabulous... But that still does not adequitely explain why I find the most mundane experiences suddenly very enjoyable as soon as I share them with Alex...
To quote Whitesnake, "Is this love, that I'm feeling?"
Which leads me to another point. Why are we so scared of that one little word: love. It is but four letters that mean a feeling of intense liking, for want of a better word. I think we are scared of using it because we think it commits us to something that is supposed to last forever. Well I hate to break it to all you idealistic people out there but love does not necessarily mean that. Undying love does but that is something completely different... If you love somebody then you like them very much, are attracted to them and some say there is some sort of "x" factor involved. You can, in my opinion, love someone for different periods of time - short, long, forever etc. You can love many people in your life. I suppose it could even be possible to love more than one person at one time. Love begins and sometimes it ends. But after one love ends it is entierly possible to fall in love again. So I think there is no reason to be scared of love. I think we should not be scared of saying it. In fact perhaps open discussion of love would be a good thing...
Do not get me wrong, I am not belittling love. I believe it is the strongest human feeling. I believe it is something to cherish and celebrate. When I say that I love Alexandra, I mean it. And I do love Alex. More than I love anything else. And I do not wish that our love will die! On the contrary. But I wish people would get over their fear of love. If you love someone, tell them. Don't be afraid to say "I love you."
That is my self important rant of the day.
Hasta pronto, mi amigos.
Well I may as well live up to the title of my blog, so here is a poem for you. It's not one of mine this time but a pretty little love poem. I seem to be quite into love poetry at the moment... can't think why...
A Red, Red Rose
O my Love’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my Love’s like a melodie
That’s sweetly played in tune!
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only Love,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Love,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
Robert Burns (1759–1796)
Nice isn't it?
I had coffee with Alex today. Then we walked home. Sounds quite normal, perhaps some people would find it boring, but it was, as it is with most of the things I do with Alex, a very enjoyable experience... Why is that? OK I enjoy her company and she is beautiful and just generally fabulous... But that still does not adequitely explain why I find the most mundane experiences suddenly very enjoyable as soon as I share them with Alex...
To quote Whitesnake, "Is this love, that I'm feeling?"
Which leads me to another point. Why are we so scared of that one little word: love. It is but four letters that mean a feeling of intense liking, for want of a better word. I think we are scared of using it because we think it commits us to something that is supposed to last forever. Well I hate to break it to all you idealistic people out there but love does not necessarily mean that. Undying love does but that is something completely different... If you love somebody then you like them very much, are attracted to them and some say there is some sort of "x" factor involved. You can, in my opinion, love someone for different periods of time - short, long, forever etc. You can love many people in your life. I suppose it could even be possible to love more than one person at one time. Love begins and sometimes it ends. But after one love ends it is entierly possible to fall in love again. So I think there is no reason to be scared of love. I think we should not be scared of saying it. In fact perhaps open discussion of love would be a good thing...
Do not get me wrong, I am not belittling love. I believe it is the strongest human feeling. I believe it is something to cherish and celebrate. When I say that I love Alexandra, I mean it. And I do love Alex. More than I love anything else. And I do not wish that our love will die! On the contrary. But I wish people would get over their fear of love. If you love someone, tell them. Don't be afraid to say "I love you."
That is my self important rant of the day.
Hasta pronto, mi amigos.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Poems, violins and other silly things.
Hi y'all. I felt left out of the whole blogging thing so I decided to succumb to peer pressure and join the dark side of blog addicted computer nerds... And all you cool people who just happen to have or read blogs. Hmmm... soooo... Where does one start? Am I supposed to write all the random shit in my head and hope you find it as interesting as I do? Or perhaps I should fill you in on everything that happens in my extraordinarily dull life and hope that there is something in there to interest or amuse you? As I said before: Hmmm... I may as well start with the title.
I have a shocking announcement to make... I write poetry. I'm sorry if I have offended anybody with this brash statement but I really had to get it off my chest. I also am quite an avid reader of poetry. I am currently working my way through "Top 500 Poems" according to William Harmon (whoever the hell he is). To prove that I do write my own poetry I'll add a poem of mine to this post so you can see how truly terrible it is. I'll give you my first real attempt at poetry.
Big Easy
You sit below the sea
in the comforting
shadow of your levees.
You watch as the
clouds form on the
horizon, saying
“it won’t happen to us.”
You bask beside the river
with only the
levees to protect you.
And you are told
that Katrina
veers towards you.
And it dawns on you
as you sun yourselves
on your porches,
“if we got hit we’d go under.”
And still you are surprised
how easy the big
city sinks.
It's a tad pretentious and wanky but hey... It's about hurricane Katrina for those of you who hadn't already figured that out...
So, violins... Well for those of you who do'nt know me (though if your reading this then you probably do) I play the violin. I'm in an orchestra with Kelda (woot woot orchestra buddies!). And thats pretty much all I heve to say about violins today... Sorry its terribly unsatisfactory I know but meh, c'est la vie as the french say!
So that leaves other silly things... And really the possibilities are endless!! I could talk about silly music, school, and rubber chickens. Or perhaps I could mention old English songs about farting, George Bush and the National Party... No today I will tell you about the website my sister found today...
Perhaps some background info is needed... My sister, who is 21, has a bit of a soft spot for... How to put this... Toilet humour... My theory is she was a bit of a prude when she was younger and now she's making up for lost... rudeness... Anyway today I was out filming my media studies project when Charlotte and I bumped into my sister. She told us of a great website she found: www.dotfart.com... and it is exactly what it says. a dot that farts when you click on it! this juvenile humour may be beneath some of you... in which case, I pity you... But I heartily suggest you visit this amazing site!!
Well thats probably enough for one sitting. More soon.
Au revoir!
I have a shocking announcement to make... I write poetry. I'm sorry if I have offended anybody with this brash statement but I really had to get it off my chest. I also am quite an avid reader of poetry. I am currently working my way through "Top 500 Poems" according to William Harmon (whoever the hell he is). To prove that I do write my own poetry I'll add a poem of mine to this post so you can see how truly terrible it is. I'll give you my first real attempt at poetry.
Big Easy
You sit below the sea
in the comforting
shadow of your levees.
You watch as the
clouds form on the
horizon, saying
“it won’t happen to us.”
You bask beside the river
with only the
levees to protect you.
And you are told
that Katrina
veers towards you.
And it dawns on you
as you sun yourselves
on your porches,
“if we got hit we’d go under.”
And still you are surprised
how easy the big
city sinks.
It's a tad pretentious and wanky but hey... It's about hurricane Katrina for those of you who hadn't already figured that out...
So, violins... Well for those of you who do'nt know me (though if your reading this then you probably do) I play the violin. I'm in an orchestra with Kelda (woot woot orchestra buddies!). And thats pretty much all I heve to say about violins today... Sorry its terribly unsatisfactory I know but meh, c'est la vie as the french say!
So that leaves other silly things... And really the possibilities are endless!! I could talk about silly music, school, and rubber chickens. Or perhaps I could mention old English songs about farting, George Bush and the National Party... No today I will tell you about the website my sister found today...
Perhaps some background info is needed... My sister, who is 21, has a bit of a soft spot for... How to put this... Toilet humour... My theory is she was a bit of a prude when she was younger and now she's making up for lost... rudeness... Anyway today I was out filming my media studies project when Charlotte and I bumped into my sister. She told us of a great website she found: www.dotfart.com... and it is exactly what it says. a dot that farts when you click on it! this juvenile humour may be beneath some of you... in which case, I pity you... But I heartily suggest you visit this amazing site!!
Well thats probably enough for one sitting. More soon.
Au revoir!
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