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burntcopper) wrote2008-06-03 01:09 pm
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Tired. Hot. Brain feels like swiss cheese due to job. (tedious, tiring, annoying, brain-deadening, stressful, brain is not engaged whatsoever, pissed off with the general shite) Looking for new jobs. Problem being that I'm not qualified for very much and tend to run screaming from most office type stuff. Can't afford to take time off for re-training, anything vaguely interesting tends to pay less than my current job - and I'm just about surviving on this wage, have no idea what I actually want and was ready to kill something at the end of the last time I was in education. Add to that the problem of London makes me ill but all my friends and social interests are in London. Yeah. I'm fucked.
Jodie won the Nancy competition (squee and bitching and discussion over at
nancy_or_oliver, Cameron and ALW really need to remember that people have opinions about Oliver!, and if you wanted someone really different that you could mould for a role, you should be re-doing the entire production, not leaving it to the public to decide. and the public really resent being told who to vote for when the person you're pushing has shown time and again that she can't act, is really awkward on stage, can't dance and is horribly inconsistent. Especially when one of the other contestants is sweet, warm, funny, can act, has great stage presence, a great voice, and generally conforms to people's idea of the role (plus the two judges who are actually being honest and thinking in terms of who the public would like plus who'd they like to act against really like - and yes, it was gleesome to see JB and Denise's little victory dance). Oh, and then you called her fat in the semis.
Oi,
wiccachik, was poking around some theatre sites and it looks like the Bournemeister is doing a new production at Sadlers. Dorian Grey, 2nd -14th Sept (premieres at Edinburgh festival on Aug 22nd for anyone up that way, she says, giving Celia a pointed look). However, the only Bourne production listed at New Wimbledon is Edward Scissorhands for November. And no listing of whether Brick Shithouse is in it. :mutter mutter mutter:
Spent sunday afternoon at Stonor (family known for being around since Norman times - the original house dates from the 12th century, and then being really, really rich until they got fined like crazy for having an addiction to harbouring catholic priests during the Reformation), which is pretty, great for history geeks, has really gorgeous gardens (somewhat amused and calculating how much money they were making from the VW rally going on in a field at the front - £7 entry for rally *and* house, and we're pretty sure we saw some pre-war VW vans as we were driving out). Chatted to the volunteer tour people that lurked in the various rooms, talked to one bloke, turned a corner, then brain did the blinky blinky as the hairstyle was somewhat distinctive and realised that that tour person was Lord Camoys. (family photos on the tables in some of the rooms)
off to buy toothpaste.
Jodie won the Nancy competition (squee and bitching and discussion over at
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Spent sunday afternoon at Stonor (family known for being around since Norman times - the original house dates from the 12th century, and then being really, really rich until they got fined like crazy for having an addiction to harbouring catholic priests during the Reformation), which is pretty, great for history geeks, has really gorgeous gardens (somewhat amused and calculating how much money they were making from the VW rally going on in a field at the front - £7 entry for rally *and* house, and we're pretty sure we saw some pre-war VW vans as we were driving out). Chatted to the volunteer tour people that lurked in the various rooms, talked to one bloke, turned a corner, then brain did the blinky blinky as the hairstyle was somewhat distinctive and realised that that tour person was Lord Camoys. (family photos on the tables in some of the rooms)
off to buy toothpaste.