Doing a reverse de Niro

Things ain't going too bad in the Showing Off For A Living stakes. Trilby and I both auditioned for a production of "Twelfth Night" and both got cast (him as Orsino, me as Olivia) so we're off touring the country with some fine Shakespeare in the summer. Nice.


And the other day I got a main part in a play (a farce that rejoices in the name of "When Did You Last See Your Trousers?") that's going to be on in that centre of high culture, Milton Keynes, in the autumn.


But...


And this is a big but...


 


The farce involves me spending quite a lot of time onstage wearing nothing but my underwear.


 


Hmmmm.


*looks at self in mirror*


*pinches a few inches of flab*


*goes pale*


*panics*


*joins Slimming World*


So it's gym and gin 'n' slim for me from now until September. How I suffer for my art.
7.4.05 10:55


Oh, the humanity

Drowning... in... expense... receipts...


Exchange... rates..... So... confused...


Stapler... failing.... Send... help...


Can't... last... much.... longer.......


 


Urgl...


 


Help... me......


 
11.4.05 11:24


Bewk

I love books. Love them. L-O-V-E them.


What I don't love is when I get on the tube or the bus to discover that every other bugger on there is reading the same book as me. Like when I read "Life of Pi", for instance. Or "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time". It cheapens my experience. It hampers my enjoyment.


Which is why reading an advance review copy of Jonathan Safran Foer's new novel, "Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close", is making me feel so good.


Extremely Happy & Incredibly Smug, if you will.


Because it ain't out yet.



Hee. Check out my book. You won't find that in Waterstones for a while.


 


 


(It's very good, by the way...)
13.4.05 11:51