A New Baby In The World

Yesterday was apparently the most romantic day of the year. Roses, Chocolates, Wine and 13 year old fathers. Like most people, I didn't quite know what to say at first when I read the story of Alfie, the boy who got his 14 year old girlfriend pregnant at the ripe old age of 12. I think the sadest thing about this whole 'Family' is the fact that the poor baby thats been thrown into the world will probably end up going down a similar road. The thought that these two children have no quilifications and no money is bad enough. But the fact that every goal they've ever had, every dream, every wish, has been completely shattered before they've even left School. At the end of the day, a baby has tumbled into this world before either of it's parents has had a shot at life themselves. Their childhoods have come to an end before they've even tried to be adults. When i was 12, I was worrying about the bigger girls at school, going to dance classes, riding my bike down to the park. There wasn't a single thought in my mind that I might be starting a family soon. It scares me that this Alfie will be starting college as his child starts school. There's something now right about that thought.

Being a grown up

For as long as I can remember, I wanted to be older than I was. When I was 5 I wanted to be older and tall enough to go on the bigger rides. When I was 10 I wanted to be 12 so I could watch certificated films, and even at 17, I wanted to be old enough to not get ID'd to buy lottery tickets and not get shouted at by truancy police. Now suddenly I'm given maturity on a 'Patrick Marber' plate and I'm slightly scared as to whether I can actually pull it off. As of last Wednesday I became 'Alice' one quarter of the play 'Closer'. She's fiesty (check) out spoken (check) a little flirty (LOL check) and begins the play at the age of roughly 23 (er...) that's not the 15 year old role that I'm used to. I'm now 21. Old enough to do anything really, but there's still a part of me that wants to be young and bubble wrapped. I just didn't realise until recently how hungry that part was. I want to live with McBride, but still want to be close enough to smell my bathroom after Steffi has had a bubble bath. I want to leave Portsmouth. But part of me wants to ride on the fail safe number 23. I still make a wish every night on the star that seems to hang over my house. Is that what mature adults do? I'm not sure. The play and part are amazing and I can't wait to get stuck in. I just hope I don't cock it up by acting too 'McFarley' like.

Other Places

It's McBride's brother's 30th birthday today. We all booked a cottage in the hills of Scotland for the weekend so we could spend some time together (McBride and myself, his brother and his girlfriend. and McBride's sister and her fiance) It's lovely.

Well, That's what I've been told. I'm not actually there. I had to work instead. apparently i could have been walking along a scottish beach today, collecting shells and being blown around before returned to a beautiful cottage with a roaring fire.

Instead, i had to spend the day serving customers who hate me, standing by an open door whilst the harbour wind sweeps in and makes me catch cold!

as you can probably see, I'm not too happy about the whole situation. But it has made me put things in perspective. I've finally started a personal statement. i will send it off with my applications. i will audition and i will get out of this mundane existance. Scan, price, replen, scan price replen.

A heart warming New year speech? nope

And So, onto 2009. A year that is apparently going to be full of credit crunches, shop closures and all round doom and gloom. So much to look forward to! ~*~ I suppose I should say something poignant and sentimental about the year past and make promise I can't keep for the year ahead. But to be honest, I don't know what to say. I haven't made any major new years resolutions this year. Only little ones like stop swearing in the stock room so much, take a multi vitamin everyday, that sort of thing. All I can really hope for in the year 2009 is to see it out with my family, friends and Mcbride. ~*~ I've been very emotional over the past few weeks. Anyone who saw me during the run of Wind In The Willows and anyone who's read earlier blog entries will understand. It might have been the sheer exhaustion from two week run of 14 hour days. It might have been the realisation that my family and friends are even more amazing. I'm not sure, I just know that I hope that their 2009 is full of love, hugs, happy tears, chocolates, wine and fun.

~*~

And Me? I'm off to London in just over an hour. A Christmas present from the Steffi and Gary characters. McBride and I are off to see We Will Rock You this evening (I think I'm more exited about this part than McBride is) then we're staying in the Paddington Hilton hotel. Yep yep yep, I'm rather exited. I haven't been to London for 'Londons' sake since September 2007 when a big group of us went to see Regina Spektor. Since then, I've only been through waterloo station quickly to commute to a paerchase store elsewhere.So today and tomorrow I will be like an exited tourist as i breathe in the petrol fumes and curse at the people ramming briefcases into my back.

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So goodbye 2008. a year that went past in a millisecond. The year McBride's sister got Engaged (here's a link to where she's getting married. We're in the Cuaig Suite.) The year McBride Directed his first play. The year I found out I had a huge head. The year i turned 21.

And Onto 2009. I hope McBride sees it through with me. I hope I'm not half as ill as i was last year. I hope Obama does the right thing. I hope the X Factor winner ISN'T Christmas number 1. I hope you all have a Wonderful Year

~*~

You tube scares me

So I'm in bed having a play on this new iphone gizmo wen I think back to a conversation I had with two friends only days ago. A chat about a you tube video called 'charlie bit me'. I hop onto you tube and found such a video. Basically a small boy puts his finger in his Kid brothers mouth then makes a fuss when he bites down. I actually laughed out loud and proceded to show everyone else in the room. Now every time I hear my name I want to say 'ow charley, that really hurt' But then I did the dangerous thing of browsing, and it made me lose a little faith in human intelligence. I found a guy called toast who's the worlds fastest clapper. A video of a small child getting stroppy with an unwanted present and that infamous video of Britneys biggest fan crying 'LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE!'. Dude people are crazy.

Slade Are Doing My head In!

IT'S CHHRRRIIIIIISSSSSSTTTMAAASSSSS!!!!!

If I hear Noddy Holder scream that obvious phrase once more, I swear I'll attack my Christmas tree with a 12 pound turkey!

So, apparently it's Christmas! three days to go until a podgy guy wriggles down my chimney leaving the smell of cinnamon and a pile of pressies.

How can it be Christmas already? It was only May last week!

Willows went AMAZINGLY well. I'm rather sad it's over, I feel sorry for the caravan, the boat, the car, the trees, that are all hopefully on their way to a school for some recycled version! It will never top ours. We had Marshmallows with Jam in the middle, We had Snow, We had a horn on our car, we had flippers, we had scarves that looked like they were caught in the wind. We had THE BEST version in town! oh yes.

Other News? OK, it was my Birthday last Friday I am now a ripe old age of 21. I was told by a friend who shall remain anonymous that 200 years ago, I would be middle aged by now! Ta.

The 'rents gave a an Iphone. which is the most highly technical thing I've ever plugged in! I'm still getting to grips with all this you tubing and web surfing and ipodding. all good fun.

McBride got me a Beautiful photo album type thing with pictures that we've taken and lovely captions underneath. Yeah, that made me cry a wee bit. he also got me a paint your own tea set. lol

and throughout the day i think i cried about 12 times. all for happy reasons. All these people who gave me beautiful cards and gifts. People who i wasn't expecting to and didn't need to. Steffi said it's because I'm a lovely person. I always thought i was an annoying paranoid clingy freak. So to all these wonderful people, i send huge thanks and kisses and hugs and love.

And so, Onto Christmas. I'm off into town on Christmas eve with Gary the father figure. It's an age old tradition that we get all of Steffi's present at the very very last minute. It's the only day that Gary ventures out to the shops so we take our time, drink lots of coffee, eat a burger, browse around, dance to tacky Christmas songs and generally have a laugh.

Then it's the big day itself. YEY!!!

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

Heads, Cheddars and Other Nuisances.

I've decided that packets of Mini Cheddars have shrunk! i swear there was only about 11 in the packet I have just consumed in the same amount of seconds. That's the problem these days, every thing's smaller, dearer and a little less...good.

O.K, so not the best adjective to use but I'm brain dead, give me a second! So Wind In The Willows opened last night to a healthy audience (healthy in size, i don't know about any medical issues or anything) and apart from a couple of bumps, it went rather well. I haven't acted for such a long time that to play five different people, (well, i say people!) in two hours is fabby fab. The only problem is the head wear. For some strange reason unknown, I have a rather large head! yes, I know, I've heard all the jokes already. Looking in the mirror, It doesn't seem to look over sized, it just doesn't fit any hats. My cranium makes a standard sized trilby look like something a small dog would wear as a 'novelty gag' So I'm now worried that the back of my HUGE head sticks out half a mile. Why can't it squeeze into a hat? It's stupid. Stupid Head, Stupid...Oversized...Skull! So there I am, cramming a teeny weeny deer stalker hat on my planet of a head when i realise that once it's on, I won't be able to move my eyebrows! "O.K, So I'm now a constantly surprised ferret with a big head."

O.K, I may be getting slightly paranoid about the situation. The red line across the forehead will fade and my eyebrows will return to their regular home.