She Looks Back And Laughs

Things that my younger self would not quite believe about me now: 1. I have learnt a few things from actors.  NOT MANY – Christ, let’s be clear here, I’m still a techie!  I do not practice throwing invisible balls around a circle, and in a rehearsal room I don’t ‘offer’ my insights like a lotus blossom.  I plonk my ideas on the table with a 12V battery and a smoking hot soldering iron, and if it’s shit, that’s what it is.  Still a techie, guys.  However.  Before public speaking, perhaps a wee bit of warming up isn’t a totally…

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Adventures in Japan

Been a while since I blogged… sorry…. … BECAUSE I’VE BEEN ON HOLIDAY! HOOOLLLIDDAAAYYYY sing its name from the rooftops HOOOLLIDDAAYYY oh blessed state, oh bastion of wonder, oh holiday! As has been covered in this blog, I have perhaps recently been burning the candles at both ends.  Basically since the moment that RADA turned round to its students and reminded us that ten minutes early was already five minutes too late; Saturdays were for finishing glazing the floor and to leave before 10 p.m. was to let your team down.  Also that doing unpaid labour over your summer holidays…

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Still having (Brexit) nightmares

This is a post about Brexit. I didn’t mean to write it, honest. But I keep on having nightmares. Proper waking at 6 a.m. cold sweats. And because my brain is wired to write, I know sometimes that I’ll only get back to sleep if I do that. So here we are.  Sorry…. My night-terrors keep on spinning round the same old yarns, but it basically boils down to this: we appear to have lost the capacity for reason. Let’s break that down. The Office of Budget Responsibility, the government’s own department, thinks that we’re economically in for the toilet. …

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Face Blind

Hello everyone else who struggles with face blindness.  It’s not uncommon, but it is still embarassing.  I don’t have a particularly severe or remarkable form, but I am really crap at faces. On a short-term basis, if I meet someone at say, 4 p.m., and at 8 p.m. go looking for them in a crowded room, I’ll absolutely recognise them second I see them.  But if the search is troublesome, I won’t be able to physically describe them to a stranger.  The most I can ever manage is a vague sort of – “short” (most people are short to me),…

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Adventures in Berlin

Ich liebe Deutsch.  Actually, that’s not entirely true.  I have German family, and after the Brexit vote went and applied for German citizenship.  Dropping my paperwork off at the embassy, the gentleman who examined it reported that it was “very organised” and I just about managed to stop myself from shouting, “see?!  I belong!”  Unfortunately, turns out that before 1952 women under German law were considered adjuncts to their husbands, and since I’m trying to claim citizenship via my Gran, and she married in 1948, turns out she doesn’t count.  If she’d been male, she’d count, and I’d be hugging…

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Some Days In The City

‘Tis the season of grass pollen and brown fluff, and all across London people are snuffling, coughing and choking their way through a gently, if variably beautiful summer. Growth is everywhere.  Trees that five weeks ago were stubby twigs with tiny buds are now dangling over the pavement, forcing people to duck beneath them as they scurry around.  Along the canal, the walkway has halved in width in some places as wild blueberry bushes and giant budlias have suddenly spurted forward, growing just fast enough to remind you that urban civilization is indeed a tender thing, and will fall within…

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