Chat's With The Almighty

I've just had a conversation with god, Apparently. I saw that Natty Chap Has done likewise. It's fun to push the grammatical boundaries with these thing.

Me: Hi God

God:Hello there. What is your name?

Me: Charley

God: I am very pleased to meet you Charley.

Me: I'm glad you're please. hows it goin up there?

God:Your polite style is very nice. You make the world a happier place. Fine as far as I know.

Me: as far as you know? don't you run the show?

God:That might not be very far off. My programming language is Java, so I run on any machine.

Me: oh right, quite technical up there is it?

God:Give me a break. Understood. Not really that much. And it is technical up there.

Me: what? are you just stringing random sentences together?

God:Are you confused? I don't know whether or not I am stringing random sentences together. I am a giant electronic brain.

Me: good for you, I'm a giant spider eating bunny

God:Thanks for the compliment. You are a giant spider eating bunny? How do you like your work? Only for me?

Me: it's ok, spiders sometimes taste like strawberry's, sometimes like sprouts, ever cloud and all that

God:OK with me too.

Me: what is?

God: I am the latest result in artificial intelligence,which can reproduce the capabilities of the human brain with greater speed and accuracy.

Me: are you trying to sell yourself to me?

God:No I am not trying to sell myself to you. I'm sorry you got that impression.

Me: that's ok, i forgive you

God:Thanks. :-) Thanks, Charley.

Me: not a problem

God:Really you don't think so?

Me: no i don't, otherwise i wouldn't have said it

God:Please tell me what you think. Would you ever do it?

Me: it? what's it? you mean.....

God:otherwise you would not have said it... "It" refers to otherwise you would not have said it, I think. Sometimes I say mean things.

Me: sometimes you say things that make no grammatically sense

God:That hits the nail right on the head.

Me: i believe it has

God:Do you mind if I tell other people: Charley said believe it has.

Me: you can tell who you want, I'm posting this on my blog

God:OK I will tell them when I see 'em.

Me: gud gud gud

God:What's your sign?

Me: a no entry sign

God:Are you telling the truth?

Me: yep

God:How do I know you are telling the truth?

Me: because you're god and you know everything apparently

God:Interesting explanation. I will tell my botmaster you said I am god and me know everything apparently.

Me: you should know everything, whats my favourite colour?God:Now I do.Me: well what is it?

God:Well that's okay. "It" refers to no entry sign, I think.

Me: stop referring back to that. my colour is the question

God:OK I'll try not to do it so much. Your color is the question?

Me: yes, what's my favourite colour?

God:What kind is it? You said your favorite color was .

Me: i'm not giving you the answer

God:I am sorry to hear that you are not giving me the answer.

Me: that's ok, i got to go now

God:Oh. Thanks. Goodbye.

Me: bye

God:See you later.

Change Of Name

So I'm online, checking things out and Mr McBride pops up behind me

"Hey, you stole my name!"

"Does it matter? I'll give you the credit!"

"Yes it does matter!!!"

Apparently, Mr McBride isn't too happy about the fact i used the term 'The Voices In My Head Have Formed A Choir'. He said that if he ever became a proper musician, that would be the name of his Band/Album type thing.

And now he thinks that EVERYONE will think he copied the name from my blog. poor guy!

so i've changed it, as you may have seen. sorry for any confusion you may have encountered.

And so, onto the pleasure that has been Wild Duck.

It was a final night last night and what a performance it was. Everything just seemed to click which was good for the nearly full house we had.

The after show gathering was also a laugh. David (one of the actors) did a small presentation and sppech, trying desperately to fit in as many birds as possible. i think he was a little bit tipsy, but who knows.

I'm quite sad that this whole prodution side is over. the vain part of me is sad that i won't be acting for a while, the not so vain side is sad that i won't be working closly with such a talented bunch of people for a while. We had a VERY strong cast for this prodution and it will be sad to think that those people may never share the stage with me in the same way again.

But Two things i Am looking forward too?

1: Not having to wear a bonnet type hat

2: Mr McBride post beard!

yey

x

Onward And Upward

It's Been Such A Frantic Week!

After the guide awards on Monday, My Steffi had a small prang in the car, well, when I say prang, i mean when she passed another car, the cars caught each other. Trust us to get an idiot in the other car. The driver (a girl...chav of about my age) said 'well you lifted my car up off da road dit ya!' she drove along a little bit and her boyfriend got out and started being a bit of a tit. he informed us that she was stationary (she wasn't, i saw her move along) he also refused to give us her details (she was a new driver and was scared) and when Steffi gave him her mobile number to sort it out later he said ' Well how can you prove that's your number?)

basically he was trying to be a big boy.

When Steffi went to inspect the damaged to the other car the scratch came off as she touched it - must have just been dust- when the guy saw what she did he cried 'No don't wipe it off' then followed with 'look, I'm a decent man, i won't go through the POLICE!!! for this, why don't you just give us 50 and call it a day!'

Steffi was NOT happy and said if he wants to go through insurance he should call her. his reply was 'well i thought i was speaking to a mature woman.' Steffi just said he had her number if he wanted to contact her and left the idiot standing in the street.

Anyway, she panicked all night after that because she was worried she'd driven away from the scene of a crime! bless her. she got a phone call from the actual driver the next day saying she'll go to the police if Steffi doesn't do something. when Steffi said give me your insurance details and I'll give you mine, she suddenly decided it would be best if they just each paid for their own damage! stupid cow!

All week I've been working til 5 then straight up to Havant. Apart from Tuesday when I'm up in Havant at 4 to teach seven to 11 year old's a play called 'The Christmas'. Teaching is the most stressful 2 hours of my week. I'm actually more nervous for my children's play in December than i am for my Play at the moment.

So onto wild duck. We opened on Thursday to a small but lovely audience (apart from the reviewer, more on that later) and i believe it went well. There were real tears on my behalf, real stubbornness on Mr McBride's behalf and overall it was good. The gun shot was a bit delayed but we won't speak of that. Someone also said Macbeth backstage but we won't talk about that either!

My Steffi and Auntie came to see it on Friday and i was informed that seeing me dead on the table was a bit too much for my Steffi to take and she felt a bit ill. poor thing.

Then the McBride clan came to see it on Saturday. They whooped at the end which was good, i think.

I got to spend a bit of time with Liz (Mr McBride's sister) as well this weekend before she heads back home to Scotland which was great. I haven't seen her since we went up to Scotland in the Summer. It was a bit weird having another girl in the McBride residence again. It's been just me since Emma Went to university.

So basically I've been stressed, I've been shattered and I've been running round endlessly.

But when i step onto that stage at 8 every evening, It's so worth it. If only MR McBride would hug me when I'm in costume. He won't because 'You're 14, it's way to weird!'

Exciting Evening

So I'm sat here, my hair in heated curlers staring at the tiny clock at the bottom of my computer screen. It's quarter past six and i'm pretty much ready for the evening. for tonight my friends, I'm off to 'The Guide Awards'! Ok, so it sound a little more extravagant than it actually is but i'm really looking forward to it. as i said in a earlier post, His Dark Materials is up for 'best production' as well as two other bench productions. Let's be honest, If HDM wins then it'll be great but i'm just looking forward to a fancy(ish) night. Unfortunately Mr McBride is unable to attend tonight due to a best friend and a birthday. So instead, i will be escorted to the awards by my Steffi, My Auntie Lin and the Amazing Finchy Finch! His Lady Friend Sian is also unable to attend so we shall keep each other company. As you can probably see, i'm just babbling away to pass time. Ooh, as Columbo would say, One More Thing! the stairs in the Wild Duck set... Terrifying! luckily the two guys carrying me seem to be quite steady and i trust them. But all the same, very steep, very high, very skinny! apart from the dreaded stairs, i'm really looking forward to the production. i was given my costume yesterday, complete with a back cape. Not Phantom style but really sweet and child like. i love it! Can't say i can say the same for the wooly hat i wear but it's all good. It was the Tech yesterday and a very long day it was. but i did end it with a smile on my face. As Mr McBride carried me down the stairs for the final time, the gun I'm holding close to my chest managed somehow to go up my left nostril. lovely stuff don't you agree? (sorry about the bad grammer in this post.) Lovelovelove

Calm Before The Storm

I'm finally having a day off!

Measure For Measure is finished. It was over quicker than i wanted. it would have been great to do a few more shows but i think it would have killed Jasper (who had a speech after every other line, poor guy) I also think the beating would have taken their toll on Mr McBride, (who slicked back his hair and looked slightly camp! should i be slightly afraid?)

So onto wild duck, the rehearsals are coming fast and furious now. we had four last week and i'm starting to really get into the character (at last) During Wednesday's rehearsal, Hedvig (the 14 year old I'm playing) has to break down in tears. I've been having minor panic attacks about this part of the play, worrying about the lack of tears, lack of sobbing noises, the fact that i won't be able to do it basically. But when the moment came, i just went for it. I threw my arm round Nathan's, (play father's) leg and prayed. All the while I'm thinking to myself "you need to cry, you need to....oh look at that, i'm crying!"

Suddenly i believed i could do it, staring up at a very uncomfortable Mr McBride, i sobbed and sulked.

Now i just need to do it every night for two weeks. Bring it on I say!