Hiatus
I'm back from Cyprus, taking a break (hah!) before the Oxford leg of the tour. Notable events of the past week include: - Sleeping with the air-con on too high, thus rendering my head completely immobile on the day of the first show. Cue lots of tears, shrieks of agony and a trip to a masseuse who, should the bottom fall out of the massage market, could easily secure the position of Head Torturer in any banana state you care to mention. Fortunately, Doctor Theatre weaved his magic spell, and the ol' bonce was in nearly full working order for the show.
- Sunburn. And a costume that chafed.
- Realising that my days of staying up until silly o'clock are over. 3am is now officially my limit.
- Not having a single hangover. Not one. It's a miracle. I put this down to not staying up until silly o'clock.
- Finding the BEST RESTAURANT IN THE WORLD (also known as the Seven St. Georges Tavern). Authentic Cypriot meze made by angels. Organic wine from their own vineyard. Free orange liqueur from their own orange trees. Dessert meze with the best bread-and-butter pudding I've ever tasted. Music and laughter and song and kittens. And NO HANGOVER. Hooray for organic wine and going to bed before 3am!
- Getting trapped in a lift with 7 other cast members. For three-quarters of an hour. In 45 degree heat. By the time the engineer freed us, we looked like we'd all been showering in sweat. We then had to dash for the plane. Mmmm, fragrant.
- Losing my return ticket, and having to pay thirty Cyprus pounds to get it reissued. What ever happened to electronic tickets? This is the year 2006 for Chrissakes!
- Seeing Tim Westwood (the white DJ who thinks he's black) in the airport, dressed like a 13-year-old boy and talking into his mobile in a very middle class accent while his homies stood around trying to look cool. Jerk.
- Coming home to find it was nearly as hot here as it was over there. Only here there is no air-conditioning or swimming pool.
That is all. Good to be back. Sort of.
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pog
(21.7.06 14:25)
And how was the prancing about in open-air theatres? Hmmm?
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Yags
(21.7.06 14:36)
Quite, quite marvellous. Apart from the chafing.
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amstel190
(15.8.07 06:31)
Wow, last time we were in Cyprus we drank 40s of beer and got kicked out of the pool. (As was quite fitting.)
But since I got jacked out of my last blogging gig for moving to the USA, you wanna check me out at:
http://f-bomb-fanny.blogspot.com/
It would make me fuzzy all over tho?
xxx
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