splits 24 June 2010
We are doing ‘split’ days now which means half day, half night. Always feels a bit mad to be making telly stuff in the dark, dunno why – perhaps it feels like no one else in the world knows what we’re up to but those involved. The lads of the cast filmed in a graveyard recently in the dead of night (really and truly no pun intended there) and the generator broke at one point so there was no power for the lights and they waited around in the spookiness for half an hour till it was mended – see? glamour, like I’ve always told yiz…
And I feel like a lightweight ‘cos I only saw 6 hours of the 11 hour 5 minute world record breaking Wimbledon tennis match over the last 3 days…
tennis 23 June 2010
What an amazing spectacle we had at Wimbledon today – record breaking tennis between American Isner and Frenchman Mahut – it surely can never happen again! AND the match isn’t over yet but will conclude tomorrow (or will it…). Anyone who doesn’t know what’s been going on or is interested should google it IMMEDIATELY. So, so exciting…Mind you this HAS to be the end of either’s dream of going further in the competition because the winner will have to play again very, very soon and honestly it surely is beyond either to be able to face out seriously again and hope to do well.
justice? 22 June 2010
Well now, the French are out of the World Cup and my bet at work is no more but it was all for the (Irish) national good – they put us out of the competition with a handball (veh veh illegal in football) and so there is some justice in the fact that they are out now and they were in total disarray before their exit.
I have taken delivery of the first copies of THE TIME IS NOW and the novel is in shops from 8 July. I’ll pop up the artwork etc soon on the site so you can see the cover and read what it’s about. I have to say it looks SO SO beautiful and I am thrilled with it (and proud, SO proud!). More on that anon…
evil 21 June 2010
Oh yes, pilates again tonight and like that kick that doesn’t register for a while and that you know will hurt all the more the longer it takes to cause you grief I just KNOW I’m gonna ache tomorrow and for days…WHY?! I was driven to point out that none of the, supposedly, wonderfully tightening exercises we did tonight will help me catch my dinner for tomorrow – no help for the hunter-gatherer at all at all (not that I usually do such stuff anyhow, but it was worth MENTIONING between wails of agony, I felt). Still…I’ll be all virtuously stiff from now on…a halting aul wan, but smug…
romance 20 June 2010
There was a busker on the street today who really caught the eye. He was dishevelled and clearly living rough. He sat tooting through a traffic cone, which he’d chopped the top off, as if it was a kind of trumpet. It was very tuneful. And the song he chose was that one that goes ‘you’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you…’ – you know the one. I wondered if all of is set was romantic like that. I hope he earned a few bob. He was very good.
tents 19 June 2010
My brother and sister in law (of the London branch of the family) went to the Big Chill music festival last year and are pondering going again this year. The line-up is great and apparently there’s plenty aside from music going on. It’s also not HUGE and you don’t have to walk MILES to get to the acts. They are vaguely luring me along with the idea. But I wonder if I have an event like that in me now. I’m assuming it’d be a camping weekend and that’s a thing I’ve never done and feel that touching 48 may not be exactly the moment to start it. I rather fancy a VIP type yurt with all the trappings (including the all important private loo) but I’m not getting the feeling that that’s on offer the way we’d be doing it…am I getting old? erm, probably…
soccer 18 June 2010
Well, the World Cup has the feeling of the FA Cup about it for me, in as much as so-called minnows are doing well, or much better than expected, and the favourites are bombing all over the place – exciting ‘giant killing’ all round!
Not much else to report – filming on the first block (ie 2 episodes) of the series is now complete, so we move on to the next on Monday.
I have started a novel for teenage girls starring a character called Jenny Q.
That is all…for now…
sweep 17 June 2010
Well, the French team didn’t cover themselves in glory at the World Cup tonight and my plan to win money in the work sweep (they are the team I drew) in order to salvage Irish pride at being knocked out (in VERY dodgy circumstances) by those French lads is fast becoming a distant hope. They may not get out of their group at the rate they’re going, having been beaten by Mexico just now – the delight there is that the Mexican team wear green, like the Irish, so the nation as one got behind them and made them honorary Irish for the night. So there is comfort in the drubbing of the French team even if my dream of a cash win is fading – it’s for the greater good…all is well…
Tomorrow I get to look like, pretty much, the Bride of Frankenstein at work (stifle those cheap jibes, I’ve made ‘em all myself for 48 years!) and so, again, I must utter the words ‘ah, the glamour…’
bus 16 June 2010
Himself had a horrid experience on the bus yesterday. He sat on a wet seat and when said wetness was identified it turned out to be PEE!!!!!! = eek and straight home for the clothes to go into a boil wash and his own self into the bath to be scoured down. Apparently tests were done some years ago on Tube seats in London and all sorts found (just on ordinary unpeed-on and un-defiled ones) stuff that would put a person off ever sitting down on one again. And I reckon airplane seats must get a lot of wear and tear from nervous passengers…it’s all a nasty business, really, this being human lark…very flawed and icky…
unjustifiable 15 June 2010
After 38 years the families of those killed on Bloody Sunday in Northern Ireland got the validation they so deserved long before this. The killings were ‘unjustifiable’ and the people innocent. For those of you unfamiliar with the event, the British army opened fire on a Civil Rights protest in Derry on January 30 1972, killing 14 civilians (6 of whom were just 17 years old). The reason given was that the soldiers had been fired on (they had not) and afterwards a sustained campaign of sullying the dead ensued with reports of them being armed (they were not) etc. Now, after nearly 40 years, the truth has been acknowledged. What a wonderful day. It has been too long coming but it is great to have lived to see it.