The long and winding road
Jun. 13th, 2006 09:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smokingbootturns off towards Granada, where, after months of invisibility, my mother is discovered to be living happily and well; it joins virtual highways where I read and write and my stuff gets eaten by lj gremlins; and it goes 'meep-meep!' avec rocket launchers and buzz saws in the dead of the night.
But at this time, the road is mainly straight there and back again, from here to London to here. The work is intense and silly, tiring but fun; it is not in me to take it seriously but still I want to be better at it. Friday night saw us doing the late night/early morning show. This was superb; we were so ridiculous it looked deliberately, actively funny. I wish we could do more like that. They stuck my face up on the big plasma screen: Ever had that moment when you suddenly saw a face like Hepburn's or Monroe's or Loren's and you thought wistfully; she's so beautiful, I wish I looked like that... well, just for a moment I caught a glimpse of what lying lighting, a kind director and flattering 3/4 shots could do for me; heylookadapriddeegurl! It made me smile, and that made it easier for me to play the fool, secure that our audience figures were happy and high.
But all that magic and self confidence is just down to luck and lighting, as I was reminded on Sunday where no amount of clever camera work could rescue me from ghastly reality, or subdue the shining round sweatiness of my face. I looked like Swelter of Gormenghast and the show itself was poor. Oh well.
And so I return, ricocheting back up the road, to my love and my kitties. Travel again soon, returning to the wonderful hospitality ofmamapusscat and half_orc. It was good to see chums, and now it is good to sit here and do nothing, seriously nothing, for the next 24 hours.
My special thanks for the cd of music to wuther by, compiled by the lovelyellefurtle, delivered by dear colonel_maxim. The whole thing is marvellous, especially the last track, revealing to me at long last, the ID of my power animal. Is it a raven? An owl? A cat? An orca? At last I know. Clearly, I'm a road-runner.
But at this time, the road is mainly straight there and back again, from here to London to here. The work is intense and silly, tiring but fun; it is not in me to take it seriously but still I want to be better at it. Friday night saw us doing the late night/early morning show. This was superb; we were so ridiculous it looked deliberately, actively funny. I wish we could do more like that. They stuck my face up on the big plasma screen: Ever had that moment when you suddenly saw a face like Hepburn's or Monroe's or Loren's and you thought wistfully; she's so beautiful, I wish I looked like that... well, just for a moment I caught a glimpse of what lying lighting, a kind director and flattering 3/4 shots could do for me; heylookadapriddeegurl! It made me smile, and that made it easier for me to play the fool, secure that our audience figures were happy and high.
But all that magic and self confidence is just down to luck and lighting, as I was reminded on Sunday where no amount of clever camera work could rescue me from ghastly reality, or subdue the shining round sweatiness of my face. I looked like Swelter of Gormenghast and the show itself was poor. Oh well.
And so I return, ricocheting back up the road, to my love and my kitties. Travel again soon, returning to the wonderful hospitality of
mamapusscat and half_orc. It was good to see chums, and now it is good to sit here and do nothing, seriously nothing, for the next 24 hours. My special thanks for the cd of music to wuther by, compiled by the lovely
ellefurtle, delivered by dear colonel_maxim. The whole thing is marvellous, especially the last track, revealing to me at long last, the ID of my power animal. Is it a raven? An owl? A cat? An orca? At last I know. Clearly, I'm a road-runner.![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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Date: 2006-06-13 09:35 am (UTC)Meepmeep!
Date: 2006-06-13 09:41 am (UTC)Re: Meepmeep!
Date: 2006-06-13 09:48 am (UTC)I still can't decide between heavy metal or ukulele wuthering heights though....
Re: Meepmeep!
Date: 2006-06-13 09:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-13 12:08 pm (UTC)Drop me a line next time you are back in civilisation.
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Date: 2006-06-13 02:34 pm (UTC)