On The Fringes

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.

Comments

You touched on a so many things! Where to start?!

Knees...Oh, yes. I know exactly that feeling. I've had bad knees all of my life. I had surgery on my right knee when I was 15. They removed an extra bone which was apparently killing all the healthy ligaments, making it difficult to run. I was very active as a child. Always running and playing local sports. The Doctor said I needed surgery on the left knee as well, but I never did it. Today, if I make a sudden or wrong move, my knee will pop out of place and the pain sends my head spinning. White heat. I have to be really careful when I exercise. Which sucks...And, it doesn't help that I'm just naturally clumsy.

I laughed at the "Well, HEY!" I don't talk like that, either. In fact, most people say I have a "television voice" and I've even had people ask me if I might have moved here from England a long time ago - that's God's truth! It blows me away. Well, it's in the blood, but I've never even been to England!

Me? Nor' Cackalacky ? Whut? haha! :rolleyes:

Sleep...You know, I couldn't sleep for so, so, long. Then I went to the doctor and I had my hours changed at work and now, like you, I HAVE to get at least 9-10 hours. It's the medicine they gave me, though. Without it, I wouldn't sleep at all, but it works well and I've had great success with it. I still have bad nights here and there. I thought sleeping that much was excessive, too, but I do feel much better!

Lastly...You are living my dream, Lady! Manchester, Edinburgh...
 
hand in glove;bt4640 said:
You touched on a so many things! Where to start?!

Knees...Oh, yes. I know exactly that feeling. I've had bad knees all of my life. I had surgery on my right knee when I was 15. They removed an extra bone which was apparently killing all the healthy ligaments, making it difficult to run. I was very active as a child. Always running and playing local sports. The Doctor said I needed surgery on the left knee as well, but I never did it. Today, if I make a sudden or wrong move, my knee will pop out of place and the pain sends my head spinning. White heat. I have to be really careful when I exercise. Which sucks...And, it doesn't help that I'm just naturally clumsy.

I laughed at the "Well, HEY!" I don't talk like that, either. In fact, most people say I have a "television voice" and I've even had people ask me if I might have moved here from England a long time ago - that's God's truth! It blows me away. Well, it's in the blood, but I've never even been to England!

Me? Nor' Cackalacky ? Whut? haha! :rolleyes:

Sleep...You know, I couldn't sleep for so, so, long. Then I went to the doctor and I had my hours changed at work and now, like you, I HAVE to get at least 9-10 hours. It's the medicine they gave me, though. Without it, I wouldn't sleep at all, but it works well and I've had great success with it. I still have bad nights here and there. I thought sleeping that much was excessive, too, but I do feel much better!

Lastly...You are living my dream, Lady! Manchester, Edinburgh...



Well, HEY!!
hahaha
I knew you'd appreciate that!
Yeah, no chance either of us could speak like hicks and like The Smiths and Moz.
Hicks have only ever heard of him because of chicks like us!!
"You ain't from around here, are you?"
If I had a nickle for every time I've heard that!
I turn it on more over here than I have in my whole life, EVER.
I am sweet on Scottish lads and they REALLY like the Southern Belle thing, so I have been known to tool it! In reality, I am a BBC presenter. Or a lift voice.
"Doors Closing"
People say I sound like Fiona Bruce when I do my posh accent.
I can't really get my mouth around the North West accent.
But, get me to Edinburgh and I'm as Scottish as can be.
I canny be theyur and not ask for a wee bag.
(not a catheter bag, just a small bag at the shops!) lol
I love them.
Hate the SNP, they scare the shit out of me, but I do love me some Scots.
Heap o' grumpy bastards, but good for a laugh.
I think it's because the South is so full of Celts, we have so much in common!
I was going to post some pics last night but I wasn't signed into my account on the computer and was just too lazy to log out and log back in.
Sad.
I'll post some today. I might even do an album, that way I can do more than five!
It's unreal. Total fairytale stuff! Edinburgh still is what I dreamt England would be like.
But, Thatcher tore it down.

You got the gravel knees, too, eh?
I ruined mine and had my first procedure done at 21.
I had a dopehead doctor who actually fell asleep while sticking a needle behind my knee cap.
I actually took the syringe from him, injected the lidocaine and cortisone and slowly withdrew it. Then I popped him on the head and said, "No charge, today, then?"
I wanted to stab him with that damn needle!
I was making my living dancing and I could not afford to suffer the immobility.
So, in lieu of suing him blind, I just wrote him a list of prescriptions in large milligrams and large quantities , which I was summarily issued!
Danced my legs down to the knees!

I lost another pound!!
I am so impressed at how just drinking water got me two pounds lighter!
In less than 24 hours.
Still got a mountain to climb to reach my target, but I'll get there.

I'm off for me walk, I'm doing an hour today. I took an anti-inflammatory and I have no joint pain right now, so Ima go create some!
I'll hollah at ya latah!
 

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