Saturday, February 26, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Monday 22nd Feb
Not the greatest day today, nothing terrible of course, just an overly dull day.
I'm a persona non gratis at the moment. Between roles, not jobs.
Still employed by the trust that sacked me and then reinstated me in 2010. Just not in a position to do a great deal.
Frustrating...
I'm glad of rehersals, at least it's fun. Saying that it was act 2 yet again, so I spent a great deal of the evening with the company of Danny Wallace.
I'm a persona non gratis at the moment. Between roles, not jobs.
Still employed by the trust that sacked me and then reinstated me in 2010. Just not in a position to do a great deal.
Frustrating...
I'm glad of rehersals, at least it's fun. Saying that it was act 2 yet again, so I spent a great deal of the evening with the company of Danny Wallace.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Sunday 20th
A drink free Saturday meant that Sunday was a day of opportunities. At least in theory of course, the reality was I was still half dead. I woke up much later than normal (11 I think) and only the prospect of watching such twats as Louise Redknapp and Tim Lovejoy made me amble out of bed. I went to the gym, gave it hell for leather on the cross trainer whilst listening to folk music. Such an ironic juxtaposition. I've downloaded 'Jeff Wayne's War of the Worlds' for my next work out.
Sunday afternoon heralded a trip out for tea. Dear christ what an awful experience that was. "The Talbot" in Atherton is perhaps the worst place to eat in my neighbourhood. Even Patrick thought it was a waste of money.
If a 9 year old can appropriately judge the merits of a restaurant then there is something clearly askew.
After escaping with our bowels intact, Angela and I had a few games of darts. Darts is hard work in our house, as there is lots of stuff just to the left of where we throw from. That is my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
Darts is bloody hard work. I love it, but my word I'm terrible at it.
Act 2 rehersal was boring. I'm hardly in act two so I took down a copy of 'Yes Man' and sat reading that for the most part.
Joy of Joy, Act 2 again Monday night.
Sunday afternoon heralded a trip out for tea. Dear christ what an awful experience that was. "The Talbot" in Atherton is perhaps the worst place to eat in my neighbourhood. Even Patrick thought it was a waste of money.
If a 9 year old can appropriately judge the merits of a restaurant then there is something clearly askew.
After escaping with our bowels intact, Angela and I had a few games of darts. Darts is hard work in our house, as there is lots of stuff just to the left of where we throw from. That is my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
Darts is bloody hard work. I love it, but my word I'm terrible at it.
Act 2 rehersal was boring. I'm hardly in act two so I took down a copy of 'Yes Man' and sat reading that for the most part.
Joy of Joy, Act 2 again Monday night.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Saturday 19th Feb
Hung over. Oh my last night was an evening of drunken behaviour that could have made Bacchus think twice.
Up bright and early however but I feel as though I am an empty shell, a non person.
I'm off to the gym and hopefully this will make me feel alive. That and of course the prospect of luxuriating in a spa.
I ended up posting gloomy things on facebook last night/this morning. I realised this and deleted them before anybody saw them. I might have got away with it...
Up bright and early however but I feel as though I am an empty shell, a non person.
I'm off to the gym and hopefully this will make me feel alive. That and of course the prospect of luxuriating in a spa.
I ended up posting gloomy things on facebook last night/this morning. I realised this and deleted them before anybody saw them. I might have got away with it...
Friday, February 18, 2011
Friday,Feb 18th
An early start to the day with an 8:30 meeting on the cards. I'm not sure just how productive these things are. Let's face it, who isn't resentful about having to go to a meeting at any time of day never mind one at that awful bloody time.
I spent the day in the office, reading and typing, typing and reading.
Rehersal has been postponed until Sunday so an evening at home is what awaits. Last night I watched the darts. I love darts. I don't understand why they are all so portly though. Adrian Lewis looks like meatloaf from Fight Club and Phil 'the power' Taylor shouldn't really have those tattoo's on his arm. I can't abide tattoo's to be honest. Fine if you are Vin Diesel but otherwise they look like some mad man has gone at you with a biro.
I spent the day in the office, reading and typing, typing and reading.
Rehersal has been postponed until Sunday so an evening at home is what awaits. Last night I watched the darts. I love darts. I don't understand why they are all so portly though. Adrian Lewis looks like meatloaf from Fight Club and Phil 'the power' Taylor shouldn't really have those tattoo's on his arm. I can't abide tattoo's to be honest. Fine if you are Vin Diesel but otherwise they look like some mad man has gone at you with a biro.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Thursday 17th February
What an interesting day. I spent time today with some refugee and asylum seekers. Contrary to the tabloids these are actually rather nice people. I've met Iranian people, West African and East African people. I was able to speak French which was bizarre as at times I felt I was speaking in tongues.
I came away feeling that actually, most people are okay. I'm sure this feeling will not last and I'm not sure I want it to.
Back in the gym today too which is always good.
Most exciting news however was the fact that Angela has booked us a holiday!!! Alcudia here we come. I can't wait till July now.
I came away feeling that actually, most people are okay. I'm sure this feeling will not last and I'm not sure I want it to.
Back in the gym today too which is always good.
Most exciting news however was the fact that Angela has booked us a holiday!!! Alcudia here we come. I can't wait till July now.
Feb 16th
Hmm. This entry is a day late. Hardly a great start but I didn't have access to a computer yesterday. Quite an interesting day it was too. I visited Wigan park with a small group of young homeless people admiring the burgeoning spring weather.
The afternoon was a moribund affair with an NHS meeting. Dear god. Let's just breeze over that.
Rehearsal in the evening. One flew over the cuckoo's nest if you please. I'm playing Dr Spivey.
The rehearsal is quite a fun thing to be involved in, lots of laughs and some genuinely interesting people. Thing is, not everyone turns up. Which is very frustrating. I'd be hitting the roof if I was directing. I'm not so I will leave it with him.
The afternoon was a moribund affair with an NHS meeting. Dear god. Let's just breeze over that.
Rehearsal in the evening. One flew over the cuckoo's nest if you please. I'm playing Dr Spivey.
The rehearsal is quite a fun thing to be involved in, lots of laughs and some genuinely interesting people. Thing is, not everyone turns up. Which is very frustrating. I'd be hitting the roof if I was directing. I'm not so I will leave it with him.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
February 15th 2011
First entry into my diary.
For some reason I once more feel the need to keep a diary. I almost typed dairy there, and I have no need to milk cows or make butter.
I've wrote a blog in the past but to be honest it ended up being a caricature of me. Still I deleted it, perhaps foolishly as I think the real reason for writing a diary is simply to keep a record of whatever things I get up to in my life. It's something to look back on and see where I was, to reflect on and to hopefully create some kind of legacy.
I don't think my life is particularly exciting or anything, but I think it's good character building stuff at the end of the day.
At this stage in my life I am a mental health nurse. A part-time actor. A father and husband. My wife, Angela is a wonderful lady with whom I have been with for 16 years. She has a job in keeping me sane and the money is lousy.
My son is 9 and I wont really go into much more detail than that, this being the internet and all that entails.
Today I woke feeling just as tired as when I went to bed. A hearty breakfast of 'Monkey wheels' and a slice of toast enabled me to attend such exciting events as 'Health assessments for looked after children' and 'Basic life support'. These were typical NHS training events, were all the nurses looked as though they had been deflated partially. I was due to undertake some IT training but the chap running the course couldn't be arsed, so I went to meet friends for dinner. The thing is, I had arranged to meet them at 5:30pm and I got to the pub at 4:30pm. I sat in the car looking like a stalker. Well maybe that is a bit strong, but I was wearing a wax jacket and frankly they can't help but make you look a little disturbed. So, I sat in my old car, listening to 'Talk Shite' radio and reading 'Yes Man' by Danny Walllace.
I'm enjoying reading this book, it reminds of Dice Man a little, and of course at some stage in my life I wanted to roll the dice and see what happened. But I'm over that now.
Dinner consisted of a large fish, some squashed and somewhat greasy chips with a sea of mushy peas. All for the princely sum of 10.95
My guests this evening consisted of Ros and Kieran who have both retired and Nikki who is still working as a nurse.
The evening was pleasant enough but I wanted to go home. I've not seen my family this week as I'm in rehearsals for 'one flew over the cuckoo's nest'. This means that for 4 nights a week I'm at the theatre and 3 nights I would rather go to the gym.
I've put weight on too. That's not good. I'm so knackered all the bloody time.
For some reason I once more feel the need to keep a diary. I almost typed dairy there, and I have no need to milk cows or make butter.
I've wrote a blog in the past but to be honest it ended up being a caricature of me. Still I deleted it, perhaps foolishly as I think the real reason for writing a diary is simply to keep a record of whatever things I get up to in my life. It's something to look back on and see where I was, to reflect on and to hopefully create some kind of legacy.
I don't think my life is particularly exciting or anything, but I think it's good character building stuff at the end of the day.
At this stage in my life I am a mental health nurse. A part-time actor. A father and husband. My wife, Angela is a wonderful lady with whom I have been with for 16 years. She has a job in keeping me sane and the money is lousy.
My son is 9 and I wont really go into much more detail than that, this being the internet and all that entails.
Today I woke feeling just as tired as when I went to bed. A hearty breakfast of 'Monkey wheels' and a slice of toast enabled me to attend such exciting events as 'Health assessments for looked after children' and 'Basic life support'. These were typical NHS training events, were all the nurses looked as though they had been deflated partially. I was due to undertake some IT training but the chap running the course couldn't be arsed, so I went to meet friends for dinner. The thing is, I had arranged to meet them at 5:30pm and I got to the pub at 4:30pm. I sat in the car looking like a stalker. Well maybe that is a bit strong, but I was wearing a wax jacket and frankly they can't help but make you look a little disturbed. So, I sat in my old car, listening to 'Talk Shite' radio and reading 'Yes Man' by Danny Walllace.
I'm enjoying reading this book, it reminds of Dice Man a little, and of course at some stage in my life I wanted to roll the dice and see what happened. But I'm over that now.
Dinner consisted of a large fish, some squashed and somewhat greasy chips with a sea of mushy peas. All for the princely sum of 10.95
My guests this evening consisted of Ros and Kieran who have both retired and Nikki who is still working as a nurse.
The evening was pleasant enough but I wanted to go home. I've not seen my family this week as I'm in rehearsals for 'one flew over the cuckoo's nest'. This means that for 4 nights a week I'm at the theatre and 3 nights I would rather go to the gym.
I've put weight on too. That's not good. I'm so knackered all the bloody time.
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