Oh, Edinburgh is gonna be so cooooool this year!
We've got the biggest name we have EVER worked with in our flagship venue! I am super duper jazzed about that. I am definitely going to be there for that event.
I can't say who it is, it hasn't been announced publicly yet. What's his face is on the phone with One Direction's agent for some stupid reason right now. They go way back.
I should explain something, the music business over here is so inter-related, it's like that six degrees thing with Kevin Bacon. Only it never takes six degrees.
I am very rarely impressed with the people we hire our spaces to, but this year, it's going to be difficult to contain enthusiasm!
I plan to be back in killer shape by then.
Good grief, the names flying around in this conversation!
I swear, sometimes it is totally surreal who he knows.
I so wish I could talk about it all. But, it's one of the unwritten rules, because they're friends, you can't blab.
It sucks, too, because I would sooo be blabbing. I'm blabbing, for real, but just not saying anything. lol.
Gabriel sent flowers two days ago. A swarm of gorgeous red and white roses. And then, What's his face went from utter shit head to caring and thoughtful!
It's pretty nice.
I don't know if I mentioned this or not, I can't recall, but I went ahead and just brought up the religion thing with Gabriel and he said, "Oh come on, I didn't sound like a God botherer, did I? You have to know my parents were a bit religious naming me after an angel! You must've been thinking, I was, oh man. Sorry."
We like to say sorry over here.
We begin sentences with it, when no offence has even occurred. It's as if our mere presence is an intrusion upon others and we must be apologetic for disturbing another's public solitude. You don't even dare to make eye contact on the Tube, but London is a totally different beast. Manchester is much warmer, nicer, down to Earth. People here are generally very friendly and helpful. Generally.
I have been feeling like I was holding some fluid weight and so I figured I must be a little dehydrated. The body tries to hold on to it's H2O when it isn't getting enough, so I flooded my system with 5 pints of water. I weighed myself before I started the water guzzling, ate a very modest meal, mostly protein and I weighed again three hours later, I weigh 1 pound less. I love being right about things pertaining to my body. It makes me feel like my intuition and actual knowledge are in sync with each other. That's almost like a harmony, of sorts. Though, I am seriously not at true harmony yet. My flexibility is still spot on. I was a little taut, but I did some initial stretching, warmed up a bit, stretched some more, and, boom! There it was! The only thing I can't come close to doing right now is a back bend. I don't know if I will ever be there again. I could ten years ago, but ten years ago, I could do ANYTHING. I am going to give it all I have. It didn't happen without lots of work the first time, so why should it come right back in one go after ten years of not doing it?
It shouldn't.
I can't do high impact anything, which is going to make cardio very interesting. My knees have gravel bones. My joints lock up and I have to straighten my leg, turn it in holding the ankle, then, unlock the joint by controlling the re-straightening. If I move past the "lock", it pops and the pain is something like getting hacked in the knee with a machete. It will make me sick to my stomach it's so excruciating. I could get surgery, I was lined up for it here and then we had to dash to the States two years ago, so I had to cancel it.
When I was home, I asked my doc there if I should do it, and he said I could come out worse and that the potential benefit just didn't offset the risk.
He isn't an orthopedist though, so I am going to investigate a little further.
I didn't get enough sleep last night and it was written all over my face, energy level and attitude all day today.
I don't think I need thirteen hours like I was doing last week, three days in a row. I must've just needed a little catch up. But, I feel better when I keep it around ten.
That may sound excessive to some of you, but I have always been a marathon sleeper and I look ragged, feel ragged and feel like acting a right bitch when I don't get at least that much time off from consciousness. I don't act that way, I just WANT to.
I don't suffer moods and I don't make others suffer them either. I find it infantile and too many people attempt to explain away bad behaviour with their little mood afflictions. If you are responding to something, that actually occurred, that's different. But, one's reaction to people should be limited to the people it concerns, and go no further.
I am not tolerant of moods. If I witness someone having one, I leave. As I say, "I will never inflict it on you, I won't let you inflict it on me."
The worst is the morning arsehole.
It's just a f***ing day!!
Days happen every DAY!!!
Get over it, over yourself, have a coffee, and don't come near me until you get yourself sorted out.
I wake up happy as a lark. In fact, I only deteriorate from there on. But, when I am in a normal situation, and generally content and healthy, I wake up feeling like it's the first day of my life and everything is going my way! That brings me back to Edinburgh.
When I wake up, look out my window across a green field to a beautiful palace, then look up above the palace to Arthur's Seat, a ledge on a breath-taking mountainside, that is pretty much pure bliss.
Then, we have breakfast in our lovely Scottish house, Tom catches some CBeebies while I get ready, then we stroll up the Royal Mile to sample fudge, play in the vast park beneath Edinburgh Castle, go shopping, then we go see if there's anybody interesting lurking around.
I met Rich Hall one year, he's actually a Southern American, and I hadn't been here long, so I thought I knew him from home because I couldn't place him as famous in the UK. So, as natural as you please, I say, "Well, HEY! (sounding waay too much like Jerry Hall for comfort, because I so don't talk like that) What are you doing here?!"
He marched right over to me, hugged me, played along like he knew me, and said, "Just up here doing some comedy at this big ole thee-ate-ur!"
He said, "You think you know me from home, don't you, my darling?" Then What's his face comes over and says, "Love, leave Rich alone. He's a busy man." Very dryly and matter of fact like. Rich said, "I'm keepin' her, mate!" What's his face said, "Good luck with that, fella! You'll need six new jobs to afford her!"
SO, with that, he turns me loose from the bear hug grip he had on me and smacks my bum and says, "It's over, doll. I'll never forget you!!" And seeing that W-h-f was making his way up the hill rapidly, "You better run before he manages to escape!"
Right that second, somebody, I don't know who, arrived in a taxi, and as I was walking away, Rich was shouting to me, "This man is the future of comedy!" I didn't know the back way to the venue, so I scurried on, just waving like I couldn't hear what he was saying. I wish I'd gone back!
It's times like that I end up regretting not going back to hang out with these folks I meet. I always do now. Always.
We've got the biggest name we have EVER worked with in our flagship venue! I am super duper jazzed about that. I am definitely going to be there for that event.
I can't say who it is, it hasn't been announced publicly yet. What's his face is on the phone with One Direction's agent for some stupid reason right now. They go way back.
I should explain something, the music business over here is so inter-related, it's like that six degrees thing with Kevin Bacon. Only it never takes six degrees.
I am very rarely impressed with the people we hire our spaces to, but this year, it's going to be difficult to contain enthusiasm!
I plan to be back in killer shape by then.
Good grief, the names flying around in this conversation!
I swear, sometimes it is totally surreal who he knows.
I so wish I could talk about it all. But, it's one of the unwritten rules, because they're friends, you can't blab.
It sucks, too, because I would sooo be blabbing. I'm blabbing, for real, but just not saying anything. lol.
Gabriel sent flowers two days ago. A swarm of gorgeous red and white roses. And then, What's his face went from utter shit head to caring and thoughtful!
It's pretty nice.
I don't know if I mentioned this or not, I can't recall, but I went ahead and just brought up the religion thing with Gabriel and he said, "Oh come on, I didn't sound like a God botherer, did I? You have to know my parents were a bit religious naming me after an angel! You must've been thinking, I was, oh man. Sorry."
We like to say sorry over here.
We begin sentences with it, when no offence has even occurred. It's as if our mere presence is an intrusion upon others and we must be apologetic for disturbing another's public solitude. You don't even dare to make eye contact on the Tube, but London is a totally different beast. Manchester is much warmer, nicer, down to Earth. People here are generally very friendly and helpful. Generally.
I have been feeling like I was holding some fluid weight and so I figured I must be a little dehydrated. The body tries to hold on to it's H2O when it isn't getting enough, so I flooded my system with 5 pints of water. I weighed myself before I started the water guzzling, ate a very modest meal, mostly protein and I weighed again three hours later, I weigh 1 pound less. I love being right about things pertaining to my body. It makes me feel like my intuition and actual knowledge are in sync with each other. That's almost like a harmony, of sorts. Though, I am seriously not at true harmony yet. My flexibility is still spot on. I was a little taut, but I did some initial stretching, warmed up a bit, stretched some more, and, boom! There it was! The only thing I can't come close to doing right now is a back bend. I don't know if I will ever be there again. I could ten years ago, but ten years ago, I could do ANYTHING. I am going to give it all I have. It didn't happen without lots of work the first time, so why should it come right back in one go after ten years of not doing it?
It shouldn't.
I can't do high impact anything, which is going to make cardio very interesting. My knees have gravel bones. My joints lock up and I have to straighten my leg, turn it in holding the ankle, then, unlock the joint by controlling the re-straightening. If I move past the "lock", it pops and the pain is something like getting hacked in the knee with a machete. It will make me sick to my stomach it's so excruciating. I could get surgery, I was lined up for it here and then we had to dash to the States two years ago, so I had to cancel it.
When I was home, I asked my doc there if I should do it, and he said I could come out worse and that the potential benefit just didn't offset the risk.
He isn't an orthopedist though, so I am going to investigate a little further.
I didn't get enough sleep last night and it was written all over my face, energy level and attitude all day today.
I don't think I need thirteen hours like I was doing last week, three days in a row. I must've just needed a little catch up. But, I feel better when I keep it around ten.
That may sound excessive to some of you, but I have always been a marathon sleeper and I look ragged, feel ragged and feel like acting a right bitch when I don't get at least that much time off from consciousness. I don't act that way, I just WANT to.
I don't suffer moods and I don't make others suffer them either. I find it infantile and too many people attempt to explain away bad behaviour with their little mood afflictions. If you are responding to something, that actually occurred, that's different. But, one's reaction to people should be limited to the people it concerns, and go no further.
I am not tolerant of moods. If I witness someone having one, I leave. As I say, "I will never inflict it on you, I won't let you inflict it on me."
The worst is the morning arsehole.
It's just a f***ing day!!
Days happen every DAY!!!
Get over it, over yourself, have a coffee, and don't come near me until you get yourself sorted out.
I wake up happy as a lark. In fact, I only deteriorate from there on. But, when I am in a normal situation, and generally content and healthy, I wake up feeling like it's the first day of my life and everything is going my way! That brings me back to Edinburgh.
When I wake up, look out my window across a green field to a beautiful palace, then look up above the palace to Arthur's Seat, a ledge on a breath-taking mountainside, that is pretty much pure bliss.
Then, we have breakfast in our lovely Scottish house, Tom catches some CBeebies while I get ready, then we stroll up the Royal Mile to sample fudge, play in the vast park beneath Edinburgh Castle, go shopping, then we go see if there's anybody interesting lurking around.
I met Rich Hall one year, he's actually a Southern American, and I hadn't been here long, so I thought I knew him from home because I couldn't place him as famous in the UK. So, as natural as you please, I say, "Well, HEY! (sounding waay too much like Jerry Hall for comfort, because I so don't talk like that) What are you doing here?!"
He marched right over to me, hugged me, played along like he knew me, and said, "Just up here doing some comedy at this big ole thee-ate-ur!"
He said, "You think you know me from home, don't you, my darling?" Then What's his face comes over and says, "Love, leave Rich alone. He's a busy man." Very dryly and matter of fact like. Rich said, "I'm keepin' her, mate!" What's his face said, "Good luck with that, fella! You'll need six new jobs to afford her!"
SO, with that, he turns me loose from the bear hug grip he had on me and smacks my bum and says, "It's over, doll. I'll never forget you!!" And seeing that W-h-f was making his way up the hill rapidly, "You better run before he manages to escape!"
Right that second, somebody, I don't know who, arrived in a taxi, and as I was walking away, Rich was shouting to me, "This man is the future of comedy!" I didn't know the back way to the venue, so I scurried on, just waving like I couldn't hear what he was saying. I wish I'd gone back!
It's times like that I end up regretting not going back to hang out with these folks I meet. I always do now. Always.