Well that last audition was a close run thing apparently - but not so close that I got the job! But they liked me & want to keep in touch! Hooray.
Since then I've had "words" with the agent. Words like "I'm dissappointed" & "feeling neglected" & "why haven't I ever had a job from you in 3 years but get 85% of the jobs I put myself up for" not forgetting the "why did you leave my Spotlight page half crossed out & incomplete?" this because I didn't respond fast enough to a telephone message that simply said "call me". What I wanted to say was quite different to what came out of my mouth - ever the lady. The out comes were no apologies, the ubiquitous - your photos are terrible & a week later a very lucrative commercial casting! Now was that so difficult & why couldn't they have done something sooner!!
I haven't heard from the casting yet but the chap I auditioned with seems to think the Director liked me! I was too busy working out lines in my head to notice what the casting team were doing but I'll keep you posted.
The other news is I am happy to say, that far from being "blown out" by my date he seems to expect to be around in November as he's the 1st to have bought tickets to the new cabaret. We didn't manage to catch up this weekend - got blown out in favour of family - as long as that's not a nubile 21 year old from a dating site alls fine. But 30 mins ago I got a welcome invite to supper & have gone from "sloppy joe" to "glamour puss" in 30 mins flat.... Something of a miracle by anyones standards!
Happy Weekend!
X
Saturday, 5 September 2009
Wednesday, 26 August 2009
Don't Fall Over But I Swear Its An Audition!
North London. 330pm. 16 lines of script to a camera.
It's not glamorous, it's not fun & it generally takes 3 hours to get there & 3 seconds in the studio. And so it was with this one. 3 trains, 3 hours & 3 seconds & as I am such a lucky girl when I got to reception I had another 300 stairs to get to the studio! A beautiful Victorian building with it's brick walls, wood floors, large spacious rooms, tiny little corridors & wonky stairways!! This building at 35 Britania Row belongs to the drumer of Pink Floyd. It was originally their recording studio. Which explains the "Another brick in the Wall" inscription above the door!
So having followed meekly behind the Producer & his Assisstant we finally arrived at the studio. The clue was the camera in the centre of the room with the script sellotaped to the tripod - oh the glamour. I walked into the room feeling ever so slightly pink - not a good look for camera work & in an attempt to reduce my colour I tried delay tactics. So of the 3 minutes in the studio 2.5 of them are me trying to look a normal colouring & 30 seconds was the filming bit & taking direction. What can I say .... I'm not holding my breath, but how cool would it be to get a TV gig........ Watch this space or Sky TV!!
So having thanked them for their time & made some comment about how easy the journey was I left them both with smiles on their faces.
And this is where it all gets exciting. Turning back towards the train station there are suddenly blue flashing lights all over the place. A silver police car screetches to a stand having swung itself sideways across two lanes of traffic. Blue & white tickertape is attached to another police car & a shop whose shutters have been dropped! A "youth" is being dragged to his feet and marched towards a white unmarked van. As I continue to walk past all the "action" with police standing in lines facing the public & away from the action I pass someone/ Joe Public talking animatedly into the phone saying that "someone has just been Tazered by the Police". Well at that point the white van drove past with lights & sirens so he must have been VERY dangerous to warrent that kind of treatment!
All I can say is I hope going to East London tomorrow night is less eventful ......... wish me luck......
It's not glamorous, it's not fun & it generally takes 3 hours to get there & 3 seconds in the studio. And so it was with this one. 3 trains, 3 hours & 3 seconds & as I am such a lucky girl when I got to reception I had another 300 stairs to get to the studio! A beautiful Victorian building with it's brick walls, wood floors, large spacious rooms, tiny little corridors & wonky stairways!! This building at 35 Britania Row belongs to the drumer of Pink Floyd. It was originally their recording studio. Which explains the "Another brick in the Wall" inscription above the door!
So having followed meekly behind the Producer & his Assisstant we finally arrived at the studio. The clue was the camera in the centre of the room with the script sellotaped to the tripod - oh the glamour. I walked into the room feeling ever so slightly pink - not a good look for camera work & in an attempt to reduce my colour I tried delay tactics. So of the 3 minutes in the studio 2.5 of them are me trying to look a normal colouring & 30 seconds was the filming bit & taking direction. What can I say .... I'm not holding my breath, but how cool would it be to get a TV gig........ Watch this space or Sky TV!!
So having thanked them for their time & made some comment about how easy the journey was I left them both with smiles on their faces.
And this is where it all gets exciting. Turning back towards the train station there are suddenly blue flashing lights all over the place. A silver police car screetches to a stand having swung itself sideways across two lanes of traffic. Blue & white tickertape is attached to another police car & a shop whose shutters have been dropped! A "youth" is being dragged to his feet and marched towards a white unmarked van. As I continue to walk past all the "action" with police standing in lines facing the public & away from the action I pass someone/ Joe Public talking animatedly into the phone saying that "someone has just been Tazered by the Police". Well at that point the white van drove past with lights & sirens so he must have been VERY dangerous to warrent that kind of treatment!
All I can say is I hope going to East London tomorrow night is less eventful ......... wish me luck......
Friday, 21 August 2009
.... and so to dating.... and singledom!
Hmmmm
At the risk of sounding like a little like "carrie" from that well known "Sit Com"... as opposed to Sam (ha! chance would be a fine thing!) I started internet dating a few weeks ago.
Rather unexpectedly a number of bold gentlemen (I use the term loosely for I have no evidence either way) thought my profile worthy of further investigation and I can't help wonder if the comment about "ping pong balls" didn't go some way to inspire their interest. Say no more.
My first date was last Sunday... oh joy! He was witty, fun, lively, confident a true gentlemen.... we had an ice cream in Green Park and lay on our backs looking at the sun dabled leaves gentle move in the breeze... it couldn't have been more idyllic. Bliss. He suggested we met up on Friday evening. And so we did.
We laughed, chatted, he got me a contact for the cruise liners, wants to hear me sing, picked up the tab again and insisted on walking me back to the train station, where we held hands and laughed somemore! So why then when we hugged did he give me the impression that I'll never see him again!? I don't know.... but if I knew anything about men... would I still be single... or would I deliberately be choosing a life without internet daing and men in general? Hmmm watch this space... but I don't think you'll be needing to buy a hat!
Hey Ho!
At the risk of sounding like a little like "carrie" from that well known "Sit Com"... as opposed to Sam (ha! chance would be a fine thing!) I started internet dating a few weeks ago.
Rather unexpectedly a number of bold gentlemen (I use the term loosely for I have no evidence either way) thought my profile worthy of further investigation and I can't help wonder if the comment about "ping pong balls" didn't go some way to inspire their interest. Say no more.
My first date was last Sunday... oh joy! He was witty, fun, lively, confident a true gentlemen.... we had an ice cream in Green Park and lay on our backs looking at the sun dabled leaves gentle move in the breeze... it couldn't have been more idyllic. Bliss. He suggested we met up on Friday evening. And so we did.
We laughed, chatted, he got me a contact for the cruise liners, wants to hear me sing, picked up the tab again and insisted on walking me back to the train station, where we held hands and laughed somemore! So why then when we hugged did he give me the impression that I'll never see him again!? I don't know.... but if I knew anything about men... would I still be single... or would I deliberately be choosing a life without internet daing and men in general? Hmmm watch this space... but I don't think you'll be needing to buy a hat!
Hey Ho!
Wednesday, 19 August 2009
I Couldn't Make It Up!
It was one of those "light bulb" moments. They say this job is not what you know, but who you know and so it was that I found myself in the right place at the right time..... As the esteemed Directors light bulb moment arrived he turned back to me and said... you sing, don't you? It has been known I say. Would you be interested in doing an out door gig... details to be sorted later.. you'll be paid! So with those immortale words ringing in my ears I agreed. Well what "jobbing actress" would do differently.
Many false starts later, council outdoor licensing difficulties and dates agreed and all difficulties smoothed out the date arrived, Saturday. The information was sketchy, but it was a regeneration project and they were "piggy backing" the "Pianos for the People" project to provide out door entertainment to develop and encourage more business and a greater community feel to this area that required...well... regeneration.... I can't think why. But having got there it became clear.
The patch of land that was to be my performance area had perhaps a dozen candy green and white striped tents surrounding it. This market area, containing food, clothes, candy and bric-a-brac had assorted garden furniture in the middle for people to stop and eat and was conveniently situated for the ladies and gentlemens toilets which bordered the space. Said patch of land had once been the home for the down and outs, druggies, knife crime etc..... of that area... I was told this bit of information as I was changing into the brightly coloured long silk dress I had chosen to wear.... ahhhhh... excellent target practise... no one mentioned needing a flack jacket!
And so it was with massive trepidation that I took my place besides the up right "joanna" and started my hour of songs.... how marvelous that 3 people had sat to listen at the start ... thats not including the 4 lovely people involved in the organisation. I needn't have worried.. no one was looking for target pracise, the mic after a few false starts worked and my big mouth carried clean across the police & ambulance sirens that screamed past this corner intersection. Ha!
There was one song that I completely threw myself over.... as I got half way through the song, addressing it to one of the audience, I suddenly realised this totally harmless chap was probably "care in the community"... and directing "You I Like!" and a comedy quip about not liking his tie... was really not going to work now was it.... The only reason I gave this any thought was that the locals were coming up to me mid songs to say how much they liked me and would I come back!! Hysterical! They were very lovely and very welcoming and I have been invited back.. this time I'll take a different set of songs.... !!!
Many false starts later, council outdoor licensing difficulties and dates agreed and all difficulties smoothed out the date arrived, Saturday. The information was sketchy, but it was a regeneration project and they were "piggy backing" the "Pianos for the People" project to provide out door entertainment to develop and encourage more business and a greater community feel to this area that required...well... regeneration.... I can't think why. But having got there it became clear.
The patch of land that was to be my performance area had perhaps a dozen candy green and white striped tents surrounding it. This market area, containing food, clothes, candy and bric-a-brac had assorted garden furniture in the middle for people to stop and eat and was conveniently situated for the ladies and gentlemens toilets which bordered the space. Said patch of land had once been the home for the down and outs, druggies, knife crime etc..... of that area... I was told this bit of information as I was changing into the brightly coloured long silk dress I had chosen to wear.... ahhhhh... excellent target practise... no one mentioned needing a flack jacket!
And so it was with massive trepidation that I took my place besides the up right "joanna" and started my hour of songs.... how marvelous that 3 people had sat to listen at the start ... thats not including the 4 lovely people involved in the organisation. I needn't have worried.. no one was looking for target pracise, the mic after a few false starts worked and my big mouth carried clean across the police & ambulance sirens that screamed past this corner intersection. Ha!
There was one song that I completely threw myself over.... as I got half way through the song, addressing it to one of the audience, I suddenly realised this totally harmless chap was probably "care in the community"... and directing "You I Like!" and a comedy quip about not liking his tie... was really not going to work now was it.... The only reason I gave this any thought was that the locals were coming up to me mid songs to say how much they liked me and would I come back!! Hysterical! They were very lovely and very welcoming and I have been invited back.. this time I'll take a different set of songs.... !!!
Monday, 27 July 2009
And back to reality!
Ahhhh what a joy to return to the day job.... welcomed with a smile, open arms and an update on what had changed or happened over the week. A question/ interest about how my week had gone and a query after my well being and of course the best bit of all my pay cheque!
Ha! And then I woke up!
Barely a grunt when I arrived..... and the response to my questions about any updates I might need, was I'll tell you as we go along... which generally means, I'll be corrected and blamed when something goes wrong..... which could be anything from now to 6months+
How I have missed being the door mat. How I missed the witty banter and intelligent conversation the fact that until Friday of last week.... I hadn't even thought about the three letters that make my world the purgatory that can only be imagined by those not experiencing it direct!
The only mammal that gave me a huge welcome was the dog... waggy tail and all! Even kisses... without the lure of food... even that was a novelty!
And the best bit of all..... there's been another cock up on my money.... and guess who is not being paid this month and as the boss is on a fornights holiday there is no specific way of knowing when I might get paid. Life just gets better and better.
So let me see what's the cunning plan..... well that is the $64,000 question.....
Answers on a post card...... or alternatively, watch this space.
I have to say the idea of not returning is looking more and more likely, previously it was because they were paying my bills, now they aren't even doing that! So the incentive for going back on Thursday is................ ummmmmmmmm desperately trying to work that one out? Not!
Watch this space.
Lx
Ha! And then I woke up!
Barely a grunt when I arrived..... and the response to my questions about any updates I might need, was I'll tell you as we go along... which generally means, I'll be corrected and blamed when something goes wrong..... which could be anything from now to 6months+
How I have missed being the door mat. How I missed the witty banter and intelligent conversation the fact that until Friday of last week.... I hadn't even thought about the three letters that make my world the purgatory that can only be imagined by those not experiencing it direct!
The only mammal that gave me a huge welcome was the dog... waggy tail and all! Even kisses... without the lure of food... even that was a novelty!
And the best bit of all..... there's been another cock up on my money.... and guess who is not being paid this month and as the boss is on a fornights holiday there is no specific way of knowing when I might get paid. Life just gets better and better.
So let me see what's the cunning plan..... well that is the $64,000 question.....
Answers on a post card...... or alternatively, watch this space.
I have to say the idea of not returning is looking more and more likely, previously it was because they were paying my bills, now they aren't even doing that! So the incentive for going back on Thursday is................ ummmmmmmmm desperately trying to work that one out? Not!
Watch this space.
Lx
Sunday, 26 July 2009
Henley Fringe Festival Day 7/8
As I write this I am now sat at home, in front of my much loved (and missed laptop!). Next time... I will not be leaving it at home because I can't carry it. I'll leave somethingelse at home instead! Though what that might be is open to conjecture.
So much to write and not really sure where to start. In this round up of my first ever festival.
Last night I was holding out for a massive audience. The sort of audience that comes out of the woodwork.... the ones that knew they were coming all along just hadn't booked in advance! And so perhaps unsurprisingly for the 6th night running I watched another packed audience (for Abigails Party) leave the space & I went another shade of green... and it so isn't my colour. This group have worked SO hard during the course of the week, they deserve all the success they get. But I still couldn't help but feel a little sad. How did they sell so many tickets that I couldn't. We spoke after the show and Evie has said we can talk about what they did. But its not all bad...... 2 people did stay behind to see my show, after Abigails..... woooohoooo all of 2 people. AMAZING!!
Once again the audience loved the performance (mine that is!), but they were a tough group to crack! The night started with a ticketing problem which Jo handeled beautifully but the old bag sat in the front row and promptly stared at the floor for the whole night! What was that about........ I normally get a giggle right at the beginning when I say the bit about Jerry using card board cut outs to make the place look busy and then folded them down when the table was taken properly..... I look around the audience, pull a quizzical face and say.... "hmmm note to self!"..... not a titter... absolute silence... which was pretty much it (outside of the expected applause) until about "Where in the World is My Prince?" which is only 2 from the end. The good news is that "Chin Up Ladies" was pretty much right! Yeah! And Leigh will never work with me again (if he has any sense :-))
And that was it ... the end of Festival. After packing up costumes and taking the bar stool out we popped into the Rose and Crown for a final drink with Michael. He was with some South African Friends who were lovely. Once again it was all a little uncomfortable! And I had messages today about being missed and how he'd had the best few days! Oh hum.
Frank and I had a lovely evening and even had something to eat from the Kebab Shop (Leigh... read it and weep! ;-)) It wasn't the Festival Party and I missed having more of a converstation with the photographer (also a Taffy) but I don't like those sorts of situations. Better to be in a warm Aga filled kitchen having a cuppa.
Yesterday it came to light that there had been some ticketing issues. No shit! Closer discussion with a number of different audience members and other performers who had also had the same issues (at least 3 shows) appear to have suffered from "full messaging box" on the box office numbers. My Mum had even experienced a less than satisfactory response from the box office, when seeking assistance (having finally got through!) I have to say its soul destroying to get this feedback when your a late show (9pm) and the locals of Henley are not the sort to take a punt on there being tickets available on the door. When your flyers say "sold out west end shows"... it would be a natural assumption that they should not waste their time... I can't even construct the email to the Fringe yet I am so disappointed. I know what the response will be... we have teething problems.. its only our second year, it'll be better next year. Great! What about all the unsold tickets for this year! Buggar! No answer to that other than - sorry? Hummm chances of that happening. Bets on a Postcard please?
So for now, the bags are unpacked, the washing drying and the prospect of the day job looming after sleep tonight is one that I don't really relish. Have I been put off the Fringe? No I don't think so. Would I go back to Henley? Yes but I'd like to do somethings differently. Will I do more fringes?.... never say never is my motto... watch this space. For now I have an open air gig on Thursday to prepare for. That's assuming its happening & the council hasn't thrown its dummy out of the pram ........?
If you've enjoyed reading I might carry on.... if your really unlucky!
Lx
So much to write and not really sure where to start. In this round up of my first ever festival.
Last night I was holding out for a massive audience. The sort of audience that comes out of the woodwork.... the ones that knew they were coming all along just hadn't booked in advance! And so perhaps unsurprisingly for the 6th night running I watched another packed audience (for Abigails Party) leave the space & I went another shade of green... and it so isn't my colour. This group have worked SO hard during the course of the week, they deserve all the success they get. But I still couldn't help but feel a little sad. How did they sell so many tickets that I couldn't. We spoke after the show and Evie has said we can talk about what they did. But its not all bad...... 2 people did stay behind to see my show, after Abigails..... woooohoooo all of 2 people. AMAZING!!
Once again the audience loved the performance (mine that is!), but they were a tough group to crack! The night started with a ticketing problem which Jo handeled beautifully but the old bag sat in the front row and promptly stared at the floor for the whole night! What was that about........ I normally get a giggle right at the beginning when I say the bit about Jerry using card board cut outs to make the place look busy and then folded them down when the table was taken properly..... I look around the audience, pull a quizzical face and say.... "hmmm note to self!"..... not a titter... absolute silence... which was pretty much it (outside of the expected applause) until about "Where in the World is My Prince?" which is only 2 from the end. The good news is that "Chin Up Ladies" was pretty much right! Yeah! And Leigh will never work with me again (if he has any sense :-))
And that was it ... the end of Festival. After packing up costumes and taking the bar stool out we popped into the Rose and Crown for a final drink with Michael. He was with some South African Friends who were lovely. Once again it was all a little uncomfortable! And I had messages today about being missed and how he'd had the best few days! Oh hum.
Frank and I had a lovely evening and even had something to eat from the Kebab Shop (Leigh... read it and weep! ;-)) It wasn't the Festival Party and I missed having more of a converstation with the photographer (also a Taffy) but I don't like those sorts of situations. Better to be in a warm Aga filled kitchen having a cuppa.
Yesterday it came to light that there had been some ticketing issues. No shit! Closer discussion with a number of different audience members and other performers who had also had the same issues (at least 3 shows) appear to have suffered from "full messaging box" on the box office numbers. My Mum had even experienced a less than satisfactory response from the box office, when seeking assistance (having finally got through!) I have to say its soul destroying to get this feedback when your a late show (9pm) and the locals of Henley are not the sort to take a punt on there being tickets available on the door. When your flyers say "sold out west end shows"... it would be a natural assumption that they should not waste their time... I can't even construct the email to the Fringe yet I am so disappointed. I know what the response will be... we have teething problems.. its only our second year, it'll be better next year. Great! What about all the unsold tickets for this year! Buggar! No answer to that other than - sorry? Hummm chances of that happening. Bets on a Postcard please?
So for now, the bags are unpacked, the washing drying and the prospect of the day job looming after sleep tonight is one that I don't really relish. Have I been put off the Fringe? No I don't think so. Would I go back to Henley? Yes but I'd like to do somethings differently. Will I do more fringes?.... never say never is my motto... watch this space. For now I have an open air gig on Thursday to prepare for. That's assuming its happening & the council hasn't thrown its dummy out of the pram ........?
If you've enjoyed reading I might carry on.... if your really unlucky!
Lx
Saturday, 25 July 2009
Review as published Friday 24th July
Here it is!! The critics view of my show:-
Check out .......Www.henleystandard.co.uk for the full report.
"Leanne Masterton sings with passion & intensity"
"Her voice filled the Green Room & would have filled 3 more. It's powerful yet subtle"
Not bad for a migraine filled performance!!! That's my quote..
Lxx
Check out .......Www.henleystandard.co.uk for the full report.
"Leanne Masterton sings with passion & intensity"
"Her voice filled the Green Room & would have filled 3 more. It's powerful yet subtle"
Not bad for a migraine filled performance!!! That's my quote..
Lxx
Henley Fringe Festival Day 6/7
Well here I am having my customary nap before rollering up - my hair not a joint!!
Last night was lots of fun!
It started with Penny's arrival & boy was I glad to have a friend around when things started to go tits up! We hadn't even had a drink!No sooner had Penny settled into the digs than Leigh called to say he had missed the plan A train AND the plan B train (London comes to stand in torrential rain!) & at one point we were going to be 30 mins late starting but a plan C meant we were just 5 mins late in the end, which was quite amazing!!
I love having spies in the audience as I know afterwards what people ate thinking/ saying & it seemed to be all good.
Supper last night had been very lovely, Rory was huge fun poor Michael must have felt like a spare part! But true to his promise Michael came to see the show again & brought friends with him. Pen, Leigh and I popped over to the Rose and Crown for a swift drink before supper to say hello and then we ended up having a curry with him which he insisted on buying. It transpires that he was widowed before Christmas last year and I suspect quite lonely. He is lovely company and very witty, talks about his family and of course "Molly" his cat. But I was feeling a little awkward as it felt like he had become clingy.... I was reassured by Pen it wasn't my imagination! Now what was I going to do! He wanted to meet up today and we said we didn't know quite how the day was going to take us so he wasn't to worry if we weren't at the pub at lunchtime.
Penny had warned me that she snored... and I am pleased to report that the ear plugs worked in the main and I was only slightly exhausted. Classically having surfaced from the night before, and faffed around we hit the town.... and the Sales! And possibly the most important meal of the week.... FULL ENGLISH BREAKFAST!! Yeah! So we (Penny & I) went to the "Buenido".... we didn't set out for this establishment but it looked lovely from outside and it was packed (always a good sign! Unlike my shows!) so a I stalked for a while and pounced on a perfect table by the window. It was a perfect English Breakfast...... so much so Penny took a photograph of the full plate and then of the empty plate! Double Yeah!!
Heading off for a walk in the vague possibility that it might burn off the 1,000's of calories that we have just consumed.... NOT! But it was worth a try. We got about 600yards on from the canal... sorry, Thames! And sat down for a chat! The buggies coming past seemed to think it was the Lamond Race Track! And those double buggies... ooofff..... watch out... I was nearly joining the Canada Geese!?
Well Penny was safely placed on the 1324 train to Twyford and then Paddington I started to feel guilty that I didn't speak to Michael at the pub this afternoon & feel terrible. He told me last night that Rory was married so suspicians confirmed! All the best ones are always taken!!! Back to the drawing board. And my intial thoughts that he was trying to play "Fairy Godmother" were quickly disappearing It would appear true to my song "Where on the World is My Prince" that my current admirer is "old".....!! And when I got back to the digs he had rung to tell me (it was a message) that he was missing me!!!! Oh Dear ......., Penny was right!!! It just shows that being nice does not always pay! Now what was I going to do! I decided to ignore it...... actually what happened was that I just worried about it.
Just to wrap up last nights show (for those of you who are wondering?) I again had a small but beautifully formed audience who were very appreciative. I hope that I go out tonight with my biggest audience yet!?
Frank arrives later for my final show..... shame its all coming to an end but there are rumblings that are very unsatisfactory..... watch this space!
Til next time
Lxxx
Last night was lots of fun!
It started with Penny's arrival & boy was I glad to have a friend around when things started to go tits up! We hadn't even had a drink!No sooner had Penny settled into the digs than Leigh called to say he had missed the plan A train AND the plan B train (London comes to stand in torrential rain!) & at one point we were going to be 30 mins late starting but a plan C meant we were just 5 mins late in the end, which was quite amazing!!
I love having spies in the audience as I know afterwards what people ate thinking/ saying & it seemed to be all good.
Supper last night had been very lovely, Rory was huge fun poor Michael must have felt like a spare part! But true to his promise Michael came to see the show again & brought friends with him. Pen, Leigh and I popped over to the Rose and Crown for a swift drink before supper to say hello and then we ended up having a curry with him which he insisted on buying. It transpires that he was widowed before Christmas last year and I suspect quite lonely. He is lovely company and very witty, talks about his family and of course "Molly" his cat. But I was feeling a little awkward as it felt like he had become clingy.... I was reassured by Pen it wasn't my imagination! Now what was I going to do! He wanted to meet up today and we said we didn't know quite how the day was going to take us so he wasn't to worry if we weren't at the pub at lunchtime.
Penny had warned me that she snored... and I am pleased to report that the ear plugs worked in the main and I was only slightly exhausted. Classically having surfaced from the night before, and faffed around we hit the town.... and the Sales! And possibly the most important meal of the week.... FULL ENGLISH BREAKFAST!! Yeah! So we (Penny & I) went to the "Buenido".... we didn't set out for this establishment but it looked lovely from outside and it was packed (always a good sign! Unlike my shows!) so a I stalked for a while and pounced on a perfect table by the window. It was a perfect English Breakfast...... so much so Penny took a photograph of the full plate and then of the empty plate! Double Yeah!!
Heading off for a walk in the vague possibility that it might burn off the 1,000's of calories that we have just consumed.... NOT! But it was worth a try. We got about 600yards on from the canal... sorry, Thames! And sat down for a chat! The buggies coming past seemed to think it was the Lamond Race Track! And those double buggies... ooofff..... watch out... I was nearly joining the Canada Geese!?
Well Penny was safely placed on the 1324 train to Twyford and then Paddington I started to feel guilty that I didn't speak to Michael at the pub this afternoon & feel terrible. He told me last night that Rory was married so suspicians confirmed! All the best ones are always taken!!! Back to the drawing board. And my intial thoughts that he was trying to play "Fairy Godmother" were quickly disappearing It would appear true to my song "Where on the World is My Prince" that my current admirer is "old".....!! And when I got back to the digs he had rung to tell me (it was a message) that he was missing me!!!! Oh Dear ......., Penny was right!!! It just shows that being nice does not always pay! Now what was I going to do! I decided to ignore it...... actually what happened was that I just worried about it.
Just to wrap up last nights show (for those of you who are wondering?) I again had a small but beautifully formed audience who were very appreciative. I hope that I go out tonight with my biggest audience yet!?
Frank arrives later for my final show..... shame its all coming to an end but there are rumblings that are very unsatisfactory..... watch this space!
Til next time
Lxxx
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