thisdarcy (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} thisdarcy) wrote,@ 2005-09-28 04:08:00 |
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sundaymondaytuesday
sunday afternoon the short film factory had what would be its last preliminary meeting. this coming sunday, it has been agreed, we will be shooting our first short film. a lite comedy/farce i wrote and will be directing. i can only say that i'm excrutiatingly excited about this. after the meeting i strolled along st. james park, into buckingham palace and on to victoria station where i got my train home. it was one of those absolutely london days.
monday i took a train to se12 and met a man named stewart about a used laptop. i'd recently realized that the money i'd been saving for spotlight/headshots/actors studio/everything else this town tries to sucker you into spending money on under the pretense of being an actor, would be so much better spent, particularly now that i have the SFF, on a personal computer. so i'd been checking out loot.com and came across this ibm thinkpad that looked promising, and next thing i know i'm at this guy stewart's front door. i go in and the guy takes his time warming up but soon shows himself to be a really kind fellow. he very proudly shows me the laptop and it is in beautiful condition, like new really. after seeing the whole package, which included a hefty bag and an extra battery, i'm sold, and i pay him what i almost feel is a criminal amount of money (let's just say i easily could have been expected to pay £100 more than i did) and i'm walking down the street towards the train station with my brand new (used) laptop - the one i'm writing this on right now! a few minutes later stewart pulls up, on his way back to work, and gives me a ride to the station. what a guy. this laptop is great. IBM ThinkPad T23; Pentium 3 1.13GHz; 512MB RAM; 30GB hard drive; Windows XP Pro. Smooth and clean and perfect for my needs, ie writing, surfing and photoshoping. i couldn't be happier.
tuesday, today, i went back to the fortune theatre, after a summertime hiatus, to resume my tuesday matine shift there for the woman in black. i have seen both halves of that show numerous times, but for some reason today, watching the second half, it was scaring the crap out of me! its meant to be really scary, so that was fun. then i got a call from work that the comedy theatre needed extra staff for the press night of joseph fiennes new play, an epitaph for george (something), and my theatre could spare me, so i went over there, having a delightful walk through covent garden and leicester square, and got to see a new play, which was at the very least incredibly written with an amazing cast, and sat in a theatre with the most culturally (influential) powerful people in the universe. afterwards it was the exclusive, invitation-only, afterparty, to which we front of house had exclusive invitations. so i went with a gang from the comedy who i get on great with to the mint, a very very posh club, and mingled amongst said cultural powerhouses... and joseph fiennes. i got really drunk off these amazing drinks made up of crushed ice, mint leaves, bourbon, mango puree and ginger beer, ate loads of canope, and then carried on with the rest of the gang to teatro's where we danced til 3am and then caught our respective night buses together. walking to my flat from the bus stop i came eye to eye with a fox, less than five feet away from me. i crouched down, did that whistling thing and rubbed my fingertips to my thumbtip in invitation to come closer, but he just looked at me, as if to say 'as if' and walked away.
which brings me to where i am now, home in my soon-to-be home-no-longer, typing out this rather long journal entry on my rather great laptop.
there is a cresent moon in the sky, but i fear the imminant arrival of the sun shall soon be its undoing.
sunday afternoon the short film factory had what would be its last preliminary meeting. this coming sunday, it has been agreed, we will be shooting our first short film. a lite comedy/farce i wrote and will be directing. i can only say that i'm excrutiatingly excited about this. after the meeting i strolled along st. james park, into buckingham palace and on to victoria station where i got my train home. it was one of those absolutely london days.
monday i took a train to se12 and met a man named stewart about a used laptop. i'd recently realized that the money i'd been saving for spotlight/headshots/actors studio/everything else this town tries to sucker you into spending money on under the pretense of being an actor, would be so much better spent, particularly now that i have the SFF, on a personal computer. so i'd been checking out loot.com and came across this ibm thinkpad that looked promising, and next thing i know i'm at this guy stewart's front door. i go in and the guy takes his time warming up but soon shows himself to be a really kind fellow. he very proudly shows me the laptop and it is in beautiful condition, like new really. after seeing the whole package, which included a hefty bag and an extra battery, i'm sold, and i pay him what i almost feel is a criminal amount of money (let's just say i easily could have been expected to pay £100 more than i did) and i'm walking down the street towards the train station with my brand new (used) laptop - the one i'm writing this on right now! a few minutes later stewart pulls up, on his way back to work, and gives me a ride to the station. what a guy. this laptop is great. IBM ThinkPad T23; Pentium 3 1.13GHz; 512MB RAM; 30GB hard drive; Windows XP Pro. Smooth and clean and perfect for my needs, ie writing, surfing and photoshoping. i couldn't be happier.
tuesday, today, i went back to the fortune theatre, after a summertime hiatus, to resume my tuesday matine shift there for the woman in black. i have seen both halves of that show numerous times, but for some reason today, watching the second half, it was scaring the crap out of me! its meant to be really scary, so that was fun. then i got a call from work that the comedy theatre needed extra staff for the press night of joseph fiennes new play, an epitaph for george (something), and my theatre could spare me, so i went over there, having a delightful walk through covent garden and leicester square, and got to see a new play, which was at the very least incredibly written with an amazing cast, and sat in a theatre with the most culturally (influential) powerful people in the universe. afterwards it was the exclusive, invitation-only, afterparty, to which we front of house had exclusive invitations. so i went with a gang from the comedy who i get on great with to the mint, a very very posh club, and mingled amongst said cultural powerhouses... and joseph fiennes. i got really drunk off these amazing drinks made up of crushed ice, mint leaves, bourbon, mango puree and ginger beer, ate loads of canope, and then carried on with the rest of the gang to teatro's where we danced til 3am and then caught our respective night buses together. walking to my flat from the bus stop i came eye to eye with a fox, less than five feet away from me. i crouched down, did that whistling thing and rubbed my fingertips to my thumbtip in invitation to come closer, but he just looked at me, as if to say 'as if' and walked away.
which brings me to where i am now, home in my soon-to-be home-no-longer, typing out this rather long journal entry on my rather great laptop.
there is a cresent moon in the sky, but i fear the imminant arrival of the sun shall soon be its undoing.
