ladder 26 November 2010
All hail the young ladies who live next door. I felt I needed the reward of Kettle Crisps last night after a day mostly not filming a promo for the new series of SHAMELESS (as in, I was ready and raring to go from 10.30am but waited to be used for 8 hours, this after the director called me Hazel first thing in the morning and more or less refused to acknowledge he’d scored a BIG FAIL). On my exit, I did find it strange that the chubb lock refused to let itself be, well, locked and of course the reason became apparent when I tried to get back in through the front gate and realised I was all keyed up for Dublin, but not actually in Dublin. But hurrah for the neighbours in no. 3 who showed me where no. 1 keeps his 3 part ladder, then held it for me as I (basically) broke in through the front window of my first floor flat. I felt very intrepid (if a little bit of an eejit). And I was saved eating the entire 6 pack of ready salted that I’d bought as I split it 3 ways and therefore was only exposed to 2 × 145 calories of delicious oily carby fat. Result all round (and I am getting round – the crisp habit will HAVE to go…)
