pills 25 August 2009
I am back on the Chatsworth estate filming Shameless for Channel 4. So that’s a true delight and, I have to admit, fun too. There is just the small matter of sleeping. I like to sleep, as you are all aware. When we film, the hours are long and often the desired 8 hours of slumber are elusive. So I got a prescription for some mild knockouters to help me on my way…but they may be a tad too mild…and tonight I am vaguely considering upping the dose (which I am allowed to, by the way, don’t worry). BUT, I am chicken and no mistake. I keep thinking I’ll slump into some (fantastic) sleepland and that I won’t hear the alarm in the morning (in fairness, all I’ll want to do is ignore it even if it does impinge somehow on my reluctant consciousness). I think in general that I have a bit of an addictive personality and I am wary of adding extra temptation to my life – it’s enough that I like a drink (off it at the mo, trying to look as reasonable as possible for the show and although I would probably be ok, or as ok as this 47 year old* can be, I find that it takes SUCH effort to get the work in with any reminders of good times hanging around that it’s just not worth it, looking good/okay or no) and I think I’ll leave it at that. As I write now I find I am yawning merrily so perhaps the combination of a long day, one lil helper tablet and the threat of the horribly early start will do the trick this time. *possibly the last time I will ever mention my name accurately…
Tonight was the series finale of DESPERATE ROMANTICS on the BBC – what am I to do on Tuesdays from now on? See? Addictive personality…I rest my case…
