Dear George,
Well here we are, Friday again. Outside it is a cloudy, dizzily, sunny day. Very typical British weather. My train was 1 min late this morning and rammed! Apple CEO Steve Jobs resigns and the price of a first class stamp is 46p.
I'm shattered mate, absolutely bushed. I'm currently training my booty off for a half marathon in September, and as i push the mileage the more my body reminds me that i'm not in my twenties anymore.
Nothing so lavish as Strawberry Moon's tonight. However, for the first time in perhaps 4 years (i'm really not kidding) i have the whole Bank holiday weekend off! I'm at a loss as to what to do. This weekend is also Reading weekend. Remember those days? If i wasn't so tired right now i'd reel off so many Reading stories... Like the time Chris accidentally mugged that kid, or the time we spelled out "GOOTCH" on the fence using toilet paper, or the time we played "Arse Olympics". So many memories... honestly if i could get my hands on a ticket i'd be there tonight!
Anyway mate, back to work i go. The theatre is still frantically getting things ready for the next show and i have a pile of letters about eels i need to get through. Sophie's been away this week (gallivanting with men no doubt) so i'll nail her down and record a podcast for your listening pleasure. Miss you dude.
Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave
Friday, 26 August 2011
Tuesday, 23 August 2011
Strawberry Moon's Adventure
Dear George,
Good afternoon my friend. How is the world treating you? Outside it's 15*C and raining, and has been all morning. My train was 8 mins late this morning. Richard Branson's £90 million topical island mansion burnt down after being lighting struck it, and a first class stamp costs 46p.
Well i suppose i should begin by telling you how awesome Friday night was at Dan's birthday thingy. I only had 50mins to enjoy happy hour, and at 40% off all drinks i made the most of it. The night followed suit and i only stopped the drinking when i was dancing... And there was a lot of dancing.
It was a great night out mate and a damn shame you weren't here, you could have been my wing man! As it happens i got chatting to a girl from Utah. I say chatting, because of the music i was shouting. I think maybe i'm too old for going out. I say this because it was nice just talking away about stuff and that was enough for me. A beer and good people around to talk nonsense with, with preferably somewhere nice to sit...that's not too loud. I guess ultimately my experience out these days are awesome because A) i'm not looking to pull. i leave this up to the more attractive and younger folk who arn't as self conscience as i and dress like twats, therefore i don't feel the crush of disapointment of having gaggles of girls either turn their nose's up at me or laugh in my face, and B) i simply don't get the time to go out so when i do, i fuck about like a man possessed.
On this night i danced, drank and seemed to make a thousand friends. I have to thank you mate for introducing me to Dan... an ok replacement until you come home.
Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave
Good afternoon my friend. How is the world treating you? Outside it's 15*C and raining, and has been all morning. My train was 8 mins late this morning. Richard Branson's £90 million topical island mansion burnt down after being lighting struck it, and a first class stamp costs 46p.
Well i suppose i should begin by telling you how awesome Friday night was at Dan's birthday thingy. I only had 50mins to enjoy happy hour, and at 40% off all drinks i made the most of it. The night followed suit and i only stopped the drinking when i was dancing... And there was a lot of dancing.
It was a great night out mate and a damn shame you weren't here, you could have been my wing man! As it happens i got chatting to a girl from Utah. I say chatting, because of the music i was shouting. I think maybe i'm too old for going out. I say this because it was nice just talking away about stuff and that was enough for me. A beer and good people around to talk nonsense with, with preferably somewhere nice to sit...that's not too loud. I guess ultimately my experience out these days are awesome because A) i'm not looking to pull. i leave this up to the more attractive and younger folk who arn't as self conscience as i and dress like twats, therefore i don't feel the crush of disapointment of having gaggles of girls either turn their nose's up at me or laugh in my face, and B) i simply don't get the time to go out so when i do, i fuck about like a man possessed.
On this night i danced, drank and seemed to make a thousand friends. I have to thank you mate for introducing me to Dan... an ok replacement until you come home.
Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave
Friday, 19 August 2011
Friday Adventure (...more eel letters)
Dear George,
It's FRIIIIIIIIIIIIDAY! It's a wee bit chilly outside, summer has past it would seem. Sunny but 14*C at the moment. My train was on time this morning. Big Brother is back on the telly and the price of a first class stamp is 46p.
It's the end of a very long week mate, and i still have to work tomorrow. Alas, alas... Still tonight i will be going out on the town, just like normal people do. I write to inform you this because it would have been pretty sweet if you were here too. Also, it's been so long since a Friday night out was on the cards, that i'm totally blank as to what i'm going to wear. Once again it is clear i have the toughest life...
To add to my woes, i have received more requests for help regarding the care of pet eels...
I think maybe i should try to answer a few.
Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave
It's FRIIIIIIIIIIIIDAY! It's a wee bit chilly outside, summer has past it would seem. Sunny but 14*C at the moment. My train was on time this morning. Big Brother is back on the telly and the price of a first class stamp is 46p.
It's the end of a very long week mate, and i still have to work tomorrow. Alas, alas... Still tonight i will be going out on the town, just like normal people do. I write to inform you this because it would have been pretty sweet if you were here too. Also, it's been so long since a Friday night out was on the cards, that i'm totally blank as to what i'm going to wear. Once again it is clear i have the toughest life...
To add to my woes, i have received more requests for help regarding the care of pet eels...
Dear Doctor LD,
I'm 14 and my best mate has just recently got a new eel. I'm not jealous at all of her being with it. It's just that she spends all her time with the eel and I feel like I've been pushed away from her. I don't want them to split up. I just want things to be a bit more like they were before she started caring for this eel and for her to spend a bit more time with me. I don't want her to totally block out her eel because that's not right. What do I do? Thanks.
Jody, Hull
Dear Little Man,
My boyfriend is quite inexperienced with handling pets, especially eels. He’s very enthusiastic and always says “Show me how, show me how”, but I’m starting to feel more like a teacher than a girlfriend. I’m tired of doing everything step-by-step and I’ve started fantasising about having a pet eel with a man who knows what he’s doing. I do love him but should I finish it?
Miss J.J. Jason, Runcorn
Dear Dr Little (Dave),
Will the having a HD television affect my eel? After switching to digital he went off his food for 3 days and I’m worried watching Premier league football football in a higher definition will cause greater discomfort to the poor creature. Is there some kind of filter I can buy for his tank? Or maybe there’s some type of protective eye wear on the market?
John Johnson, Johnstown
I think maybe i should try to answer a few.
Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave
Thursday, 18 August 2011
Hair cut Adventure
Dear George,
How are you today? Have you had chance to listen to episode 7 yet. It was the most fun i've had making a podcast to date. it's 17*C outside and cloudy. My train was 5mins late this morning so imagine my disgust as i read in the 'Metro' this morning, that fares are to go up an average of 8%... i'm saving all my train rage for it's own blog entry.
In other news...
I never like getting my hair cut. I always feel under pressure when the barber asks "what are we having today?". You see hair cuts were done when my mum decided it needed to be cut, and since she was the one who cut my hair i could hardly argue. i pretty much had a no.4 all over until the age of 7 then until i was 12 my mum would still be the one doing the cutting but now it was scissors not clippers... i never really minded, she was something of a hair dresser so the style was always neat , tidy but non-descript. After that i grew my hair and wore it in a pony-tail for school, until at 17 years old i told my mum to cut it off.
I can't recall the first proper hair cut i had in a barber shop that i was paying for myself, but since back then i wore glasses and every experience merges into one. As soon as i'd take them off i could no longer see my reflection, instead i saw a giant thumb getting struck by a repeatedly by a glinting object. I had no idea what was happening with my hair until the end where i would scramble with my glasses to get them on my face to see what the hair dresser had interpreted my meaning of the phrase.. "just a tidy up, please" to actually mean. In short, anyone who knows me, knows i keep my hair fairly long. Opting to have a 'short back and sides' only when i really have to.
So it was that it was time for me to have a hair cut... just a wee trim i thought was all i needed. I couldn't go to the usual cheap and cheerful place town the road because it was boarded up. A bloke at work recommended a shop right around the corner from work... why not i thought and lunch time skipped merrily there.
Well it was amazing. We chatted about what style i was after. I told Ben (for he was the chap enlisted to be my stylist) what i normally have and he was having none of it. "i know exactly what you're after" he declared with a focused look about him. In my experience, a hair dresser will give you the cut they think you should have despite your pleas and whimpers. But not here and not this guy. He described what he could do, the effect it would have and showed me page upon page of hansom men with impeccable hair and said he could make me look almost as good... i was sold! There are probably those reading this who wouldn't stand for anything less than what i was presented with but this was all new to me. Therefore, after 40mins or so, a head massage, a wash and blow, cup of tea, friendly chat, and most importantly a hair cut, i left and strolled confidently back to work. £30 lighter but worth every penny methinks. It was quiet an adventure i'm you'll agree mate.
Anyway, my day here at the work is drawing to a close and i want to go home. Tomorrow night is Dan's birthday drinks night i can't help think there's an adventure to be had with him...
Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave
How are you today? Have you had chance to listen to episode 7 yet. It was the most fun i've had making a podcast to date. it's 17*C outside and cloudy. My train was 5mins late this morning so imagine my disgust as i read in the 'Metro' this morning, that fares are to go up an average of 8%... i'm saving all my train rage for it's own blog entry.
In other news...
- Today is the day the A-level results come in, and once again more students have passed than ever before.
- The world's fattest woman wants to reach 1 TON... i'm not joking!
- Prince Charles and Lady Camilla are going to Tottenham to meet the people made homeless by the fires from the riots.
- The Bank of England will freeze interest rate at 0.5% for the next couple of years
- Eels can travel on land for short distances
- The price of a first class stamp is 46p
I never like getting my hair cut. I always feel under pressure when the barber asks "what are we having today?". You see hair cuts were done when my mum decided it needed to be cut, and since she was the one who cut my hair i could hardly argue. i pretty much had a no.4 all over until the age of 7 then until i was 12 my mum would still be the one doing the cutting but now it was scissors not clippers... i never really minded, she was something of a hair dresser so the style was always neat , tidy but non-descript. After that i grew my hair and wore it in a pony-tail for school, until at 17 years old i told my mum to cut it off.
I can't recall the first proper hair cut i had in a barber shop that i was paying for myself, but since back then i wore glasses and every experience merges into one. As soon as i'd take them off i could no longer see my reflection, instead i saw a giant thumb getting struck by a repeatedly by a glinting object. I had no idea what was happening with my hair until the end where i would scramble with my glasses to get them on my face to see what the hair dresser had interpreted my meaning of the phrase.. "just a tidy up, please" to actually mean. In short, anyone who knows me, knows i keep my hair fairly long. Opting to have a 'short back and sides' only when i really have to.
So it was that it was time for me to have a hair cut... just a wee trim i thought was all i needed. I couldn't go to the usual cheap and cheerful place town the road because it was boarded up. A bloke at work recommended a shop right around the corner from work... why not i thought and lunch time skipped merrily there.
Well it was amazing. We chatted about what style i was after. I told Ben (for he was the chap enlisted to be my stylist) what i normally have and he was having none of it. "i know exactly what you're after" he declared with a focused look about him. In my experience, a hair dresser will give you the cut they think you should have despite your pleas and whimpers. But not here and not this guy. He described what he could do, the effect it would have and showed me page upon page of hansom men with impeccable hair and said he could make me look almost as good... i was sold! There are probably those reading this who wouldn't stand for anything less than what i was presented with but this was all new to me. Therefore, after 40mins or so, a head massage, a wash and blow, cup of tea, friendly chat, and most importantly a hair cut, i left and strolled confidently back to work. £30 lighter but worth every penny methinks. It was quiet an adventure i'm you'll agree mate.
Anyway, my day here at the work is drawing to a close and i want to go home. Tomorrow night is Dan's birthday drinks night i can't help think there's an adventure to be had with him...
Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave
Wednesday, 17 August 2011
Visiting my Mum
Dear George,
I hope this message finds you well. It's very early in the morning here. I've just had a week off work and am struggling to get back into my early to work routine. It is a pleasant 14*C outside at the moment. My train was on time today but there were ticket inspectors at London Bridge which took everyone by surprise... I had i ticket, along with everyone else, it was just a shock to the fragile Monday morning mind. I don't believe i've ever seen them there before. Still, it slowed down the journey to work by a significant margin. Stamps, 46p
"A week off Dave? Whatever did you do?" I hear you cry.
Well nothing. I had to take the week off to use up holiday. I was very pleasant not to have to be at work and spend my days making exciting things for dinner and tending to the garden...If this is what life as an old age pensioner has in store, count me in! However, since the holiday was kind of short notice, and most of my friends work in theatre, live outside of zone 5 or are currently on the other side of the world ...oh and let us not forget about the rioting and looting all around me... there was very little for me to do. So, with London under siege i decided to escape and travel up north to visit my Mum.
Mum lives in the little town of Leek, outside of Stoke-on-Trent. An idyllic typical English town with a market square, cobbled streets and a high pub to public ratio. It was very nice getting away from London and took a whole 1h 20mins before i remembered just how far away i was from 24hour buses, shops that stay open past 5.30pm and political correctness. I had to ask myself... "are every body's parents just that little bit racist?". I jest of course. My mum treated me like royalty. She would show me off to all her friends, and in turn they would gasp and then fall silent as i regaled them in fanciful tales about living in "that there London".
All the pubs up there are wonderful traditional pubs with row upon row of real ale. The food served was/is very tasty and since everyone knows everyone else service is always friendly. I will say though, i am not an old man, and while the experience was charming, i grew ever weary of the fact that i was a clear 20 years younger than everyone in the room. On the Friday night i caught a glimpse through the window of a pair of attractive legs attached to a tiny black dress walking toward the centre of the town. Where was she going? I couldn't help notice that were other people walking the same way, looking like they too were planning to drink lots, dance wildly and probably fall asleep in their clothes, as appose to crowd i was currently mingling with who were drinking lots, sitting comfortably and would probably fall asleep any second!
Alas, i never did ask my Mum where the cool kids hang out. I couldn't, and i dare say i wouldn't, ditch my Mum in favour of standing in a crowed bar, with shitty music, blasting out over a meat market of a dance floor... hmmm... maybe i am old?
Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave
I hope this message finds you well. It's very early in the morning here. I've just had a week off work and am struggling to get back into my early to work routine. It is a pleasant 14*C outside at the moment. My train was on time today but there were ticket inspectors at London Bridge which took everyone by surprise... I had i ticket, along with everyone else, it was just a shock to the fragile Monday morning mind. I don't believe i've ever seen them there before. Still, it slowed down the journey to work by a significant margin. Stamps, 46p
"A week off Dave? Whatever did you do?" I hear you cry.
Well nothing. I had to take the week off to use up holiday. I was very pleasant not to have to be at work and spend my days making exciting things for dinner and tending to the garden...If this is what life as an old age pensioner has in store, count me in! However, since the holiday was kind of short notice, and most of my friends work in theatre, live outside of zone 5 or are currently on the other side of the world ...oh and let us not forget about the rioting and looting all around me... there was very little for me to do. So, with London under siege i decided to escape and travel up north to visit my Mum.
Mum lives in the little town of Leek, outside of Stoke-on-Trent. An idyllic typical English town with a market square, cobbled streets and a high pub to public ratio. It was very nice getting away from London and took a whole 1h 20mins before i remembered just how far away i was from 24hour buses, shops that stay open past 5.30pm and political correctness. I had to ask myself... "are every body's parents just that little bit racist?". I jest of course. My mum treated me like royalty. She would show me off to all her friends, and in turn they would gasp and then fall silent as i regaled them in fanciful tales about living in "that there London".
All the pubs up there are wonderful traditional pubs with row upon row of real ale. The food served was/is very tasty and since everyone knows everyone else service is always friendly. I will say though, i am not an old man, and while the experience was charming, i grew ever weary of the fact that i was a clear 20 years younger than everyone in the room. On the Friday night i caught a glimpse through the window of a pair of attractive legs attached to a tiny black dress walking toward the centre of the town. Where was she going? I couldn't help notice that were other people walking the same way, looking like they too were planning to drink lots, dance wildly and probably fall asleep in their clothes, as appose to crowd i was currently mingling with who were drinking lots, sitting comfortably and would probably fall asleep any second!
Alas, i never did ask my Mum where the cool kids hang out. I couldn't, and i dare say i wouldn't, ditch my Mum in favour of standing in a crowed bar, with shitty music, blasting out over a meat market of a dance floor... hmmm... maybe i am old?
Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave
Monday, 15 August 2011
Episode 7
Dear George,
I know it has been a little while coming but hear is Chinaman's Adventure episode 7.
This week our heroes have a BBQ, invite friends over and play some games... Also I make a really awesome joke, see if you can spot it!
Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave
I know it has been a little while coming but hear is Chinaman's Adventure episode 7.
This week our heroes have a BBQ, invite friends over and play some games... Also I make a really awesome joke, see if you can spot it!
Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave
Wednesday, 10 August 2011
Bad times
Dear George,
Well so much has happened... but first let me thank you for the lovely message you posted. It's pretty cool to think my blog is banned in other countries. So let us begin by telling you about the lovely weather we're having... couple of cloudy rainy days, but on the whole it's been a lovely summer so far. outside it's a glorious 23*C. I've not left my house yet so no update on the trains. First class stamps are still 46p and alas, Royal mail have lost a package that was sent to me.
OK, i'll cease the pleasantries for now... i don't know if you've seen the news while you're on your travels but London and a few other places across the country have turned into war zones... i wish i was joking. Rioting and looting have been happening and it's pretty fucking scary. I must admit it's not effecting me too much. It just so happens that i'm off work this week so don't need to travel around but places like Croydon and Clapham are no go areas. I'm reading the BBC news site now and it's telling me that there were riots in Manchester, Liverpool and Birmingham last night and 3 men died trying to protect thier business'. There is just so much information for me to process and summarize for you... It all started Saturday night in Tottenham and from then on large groups of mainly youths have been looting ever since. It's just awful mate. i'm reading about it now trying to fish out the interesting bits for you but it's making my blood boil. How i wish i had joined you. I'll sift thru the facts and tell you a bit more once it's all over. I'll end by saying i'm doing fine. there was a wee bit of rioting and looting down the road on the high street but luckily i live far enough away from and trouble, although it has meant most of the shops are closed and boarded up which is a pain because i really really need a hair cut... truly i am the victim.
On lighter news, i had a wicked awesome BBQ on Sunday and recorded a pretty podcast so expect episode 7 of Chinaman's Adventure soon.
Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave
Well so much has happened... but first let me thank you for the lovely message you posted. It's pretty cool to think my blog is banned in other countries. So let us begin by telling you about the lovely weather we're having... couple of cloudy rainy days, but on the whole it's been a lovely summer so far. outside it's a glorious 23*C. I've not left my house yet so no update on the trains. First class stamps are still 46p and alas, Royal mail have lost a package that was sent to me.
OK, i'll cease the pleasantries for now... i don't know if you've seen the news while you're on your travels but London and a few other places across the country have turned into war zones... i wish i was joking. Rioting and looting have been happening and it's pretty fucking scary. I must admit it's not effecting me too much. It just so happens that i'm off work this week so don't need to travel around but places like Croydon and Clapham are no go areas. I'm reading the BBC news site now and it's telling me that there were riots in Manchester, Liverpool and Birmingham last night and 3 men died trying to protect thier business'. There is just so much information for me to process and summarize for you... It all started Saturday night in Tottenham and from then on large groups of mainly youths have been looting ever since. It's just awful mate. i'm reading about it now trying to fish out the interesting bits for you but it's making my blood boil. How i wish i had joined you. I'll sift thru the facts and tell you a bit more once it's all over. I'll end by saying i'm doing fine. there was a wee bit of rioting and looting down the road on the high street but luckily i live far enough away from and trouble, although it has meant most of the shops are closed and boarded up which is a pain because i really really need a hair cut... truly i am the victim.
On lighter news, i had a wicked awesome BBQ on Sunday and recorded a pretty podcast so expect episode 7 of Chinaman's Adventure soon.
Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave
Friday, 5 August 2011
DC Comics 'Reboot' Adventure
Dear George,
This particular letter to you probably won't interest you in the slightest. it will, however, serve as a reminder to myself of how i feel right now. There are changes afoot. Things won't be the same and i'm afraid of what may happen and how i'll deal with strange new time ahead. I'm talking of course about the "DC reboot".
I'm an avid comic book fan and collector. My humble collection spans the last 25 years and contains mostly Batman and Superman titles. Now, Batman and Superman belong to DC comics, they are part of the DC universe (DCU)... i think it's easier to think of the comic book worlds as universes... Superman, Wonder woman, Green Lantern live in the DC Universe while Spiderman, Iron man and the X-men live in the Marvel Universe. As i'm sure you can imagine there are a fuck ton of different DC comic titles. All of which have been running monthly for years. Action comics, the birthplace of Superman - and Detective comics, the home of Batman have recently published their 900th and 880th issue respectively.
Come September All the major DC comic titles, of which there are 52, are to start over at issue 1*. There will be new back stories, new outfits and new time lines. It's all been making my head spin. They are doing this as a way "to make characters more modern and accessible". I can't say i'm not 100% happy about this... i guess it'd be like if next week Eastenders started again from the beginning, with all the same characters but now played by younger actors, and all the same story lines from over the years remade with modern twists... i hope that helps you understand the struggle i'm going through.
I don't know maybe it is a good thing... It means that all readers will be on a level playing field. I have to admit there are massive holes in my knowledge of past events with regard to Batman's history, with time reset as it were, we all get to start the adventure again. i found a wonderful quote i found on a blog discussing the DC reboot that chimes nicely with my thoughts on the subject:
I'll be sure to keep you right up to date with this story!
Perhaps on a more interesting note, last night on the train home, i could not help over hear a group of actors and other such theatre folk chatting about what had gone wrong that night in their respective shows. It is a typical conversation on the train i get home since most theatre folk all finish at the same time. The "West End Express" we call it. Last night i had to chuckle though, one of the girls, a dancer i believe,was chatting away talked about her impending joblessness and was pleading with the others if they knew of any jobs around Town. She was keen to mention that she had stage crew experience and would turn her hand at anything... as an aside here, in my experience, the majority of actors who do other theatre jobs are a nightmare, but i think that might be a blog entry all to itself... the chap sat next to her gave her the name of his wardrobe Mistress and said that they'd always need dressers, she replied:
There you go folks, it's as easy as that.
Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave
This particular letter to you probably won't interest you in the slightest. it will, however, serve as a reminder to myself of how i feel right now. There are changes afoot. Things won't be the same and i'm afraid of what may happen and how i'll deal with strange new time ahead. I'm talking of course about the "DC reboot".
I'm an avid comic book fan and collector. My humble collection spans the last 25 years and contains mostly Batman and Superman titles. Now, Batman and Superman belong to DC comics, they are part of the DC universe (DCU)... i think it's easier to think of the comic book worlds as universes... Superman, Wonder woman, Green Lantern live in the DC Universe while Spiderman, Iron man and the X-men live in the Marvel Universe. As i'm sure you can imagine there are a fuck ton of different DC comic titles. All of which have been running monthly for years. Action comics, the birthplace of Superman - and Detective comics, the home of Batman have recently published their 900th and 880th issue respectively.
Come September All the major DC comic titles, of which there are 52, are to start over at issue 1*. There will be new back stories, new outfits and new time lines. It's all been making my head spin. They are doing this as a way "to make characters more modern and accessible". I can't say i'm not 100% happy about this... i guess it'd be like if next week Eastenders started again from the beginning, with all the same characters but now played by younger actors, and all the same story lines from over the years remade with modern twists... i hope that helps you understand the struggle i'm going through.
I don't know maybe it is a good thing... It means that all readers will be on a level playing field. I have to admit there are massive holes in my knowledge of past events with regard to Batman's history, with time reset as it were, we all get to start the adventure again. i found a wonderful quote i found on a blog discussing the DC reboot that chimes nicely with my thoughts on the subject:
Continuity is a platform of moral superiority for many fans. Knowing more than other readers is seen by many as a status symbol.And let’s face it, it’s also selfish.It’s selfish in that continuity can grow to be so large and so vast that it builds a wall around the medium making it difficult for others to come in and access it.Part of the reason I feel this way is something on the Greg Fitzsimmons podcast about nostalgia and the fact that nostalgia is exclusionary. -Noah Kuttler
I'll be sure to keep you right up to date with this story!
Perhaps on a more interesting note, last night on the train home, i could not help over hear a group of actors and other such theatre folk chatting about what had gone wrong that night in their respective shows. It is a typical conversation on the train i get home since most theatre folk all finish at the same time. The "West End Express" we call it. Last night i had to chuckle though, one of the girls, a dancer i believe,was chatting away talked about her impending joblessness and was pleading with the others if they knew of any jobs around Town. She was keen to mention that she had stage crew experience and would turn her hand at anything... as an aside here, in my experience, the majority of actors who do other theatre jobs are a nightmare, but i think that might be a blog entry all to itself... the chap sat next to her gave her the name of his wardrobe Mistress and said that they'd always need dressers, she replied:
"Hmmm...I don't have experience as a dresser... but i've had bad dressers, so i'll know what not to do"
There you go folks, it's as easy as that.
Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave
Wednesday, 3 August 2011
Chinaman's Eel-venture
Dear George,
How's the weather over there? I ask only because it's just fabulous here in London. Today it reached 30*C, maybe this is why my train was 3mins late? The weather, however, didn't stop the price of a first class stamp being 46p.
Little has happened to me since i wrote to you last. A lovely friend of mine was over in England and has since flown back to the USA. I'm now the proud owner of a 'Where's Waldo' book and a shit ton of lovely sugar enriched American candy. I took a box of 'sour skittles' to the cinema the other night and after devouring the whole box nothing tasted right for 3 days!
If you can cast your mind back a couple of weeks ago, you may remember i posted up a few letters from people wanting advice on the best way to keep eels as pets. The reaction to these letter has been huge and horrifying. I'll whack up one example typical of the thousands of letters received.
"Dear Sir,
I am Literally shocked, nay horrified, nay literally shocked, to discover that in this so-called enlightened 21st century civilised society we live in, the practise of eel-keeping is still alive and wriggling
It has been proven by Chinese scientists that, as far as intelligence goes, eels rank just below dolphins, just above former Welsh international and Liverpool FC centre forward Ian Rush. And yet these intelligent creatures are literally trapped and bought and sold in the market place as though they were cattle! This traffic is, of course, literally illegal.
An eel kept in a cage suffers severe stress and trauma. Caged eels refuse to eat or sleep, they cease cleaning their beaks or feathers - eventually the feathers literally fall out - they do not sing or nest or breed. Furthermore... Eagles! sorry, i meant eagles, not eels. I take it all back. I'm sorry.
Literally,
Ian Peterson"
Take care buddy,
yours,
Little Dave
How's the weather over there? I ask only because it's just fabulous here in London. Today it reached 30*C, maybe this is why my train was 3mins late? The weather, however, didn't stop the price of a first class stamp being 46p.
Little has happened to me since i wrote to you last. A lovely friend of mine was over in England and has since flown back to the USA. I'm now the proud owner of a 'Where's Waldo' book and a shit ton of lovely sugar enriched American candy. I took a box of 'sour skittles' to the cinema the other night and after devouring the whole box nothing tasted right for 3 days!
If you can cast your mind back a couple of weeks ago, you may remember i posted up a few letters from people wanting advice on the best way to keep eels as pets. The reaction to these letter has been huge and horrifying. I'll whack up one example typical of the thousands of letters received.
"Dear Sir,
I am Literally shocked, nay horrified, nay literally shocked, to discover that in this so-called enlightened 21st century civilised society we live in, the practise of eel-keeping is still alive and wriggling
It has been proven by Chinese scientists that, as far as intelligence goes, eels rank just below dolphins, just above former Welsh international and Liverpool FC centre forward Ian Rush. And yet these intelligent creatures are literally trapped and bought and sold in the market place as though they were cattle! This traffic is, of course, literally illegal.
An eel kept in a cage suffers severe stress and trauma. Caged eels refuse to eat or sleep, they cease cleaning their beaks or feathers - eventually the feathers literally fall out - they do not sing or nest or breed. Furthermore... Eagles! sorry, i meant eagles, not eels. I take it all back. I'm sorry.
Literally,
Ian Peterson"
Take care buddy,
yours,
Little Dave
Monday, 1 August 2011
No time to have an Adventure
Dear George,
Well so much has happened since i last wrote to you. Let me begin by saying sorry for not writing sooner. The weather has been very nice this last few days it's a scorching 27*C outside at the moment and the temp is expected to stay high for a while still. The train i have been using to get me to work has been, on average, 2mins late everyday...until the day when i'm running late. It of course was bang on time that day. And let us not forget that the price of a first class stamp has sat proudly at the cost of 46p.
Work has been keeping away from trouble. I know i seem to be complaining about it a lot lately but since i'm doing little else but arrive at work at 8am each day and finish at 7pm with aches, pains, a dirty face and little to look forward too aside from the sweet relief of death, there's not much in the way of distractions to write about. However, in the micro moments of life i do get i was able to watch the new Harry Potter film, attend a hip-hop karaoke night, and invest in a BBQ (not all at once!).
I have noticed just how lovely London is in the summer, and for all my moaning about working i have been able to enjoy some wonderful sun drenched evenings sat in various pubs along the south bank or Covent garden. Right now along the river Themes, outside the Royal festival hall there is a mock beach with real sand and beach huts. Every day there's a festival atmosphere there, with seemingly hundreds of happy Londoners spilling out of every restaurant and bar enjoying the warm pleasant evening air. Often i will leave work and walk from Waterloo all the way to London Bridge to catch my train and meet with Sophie since she works at the Globe. It's nights like this i'm reminded why i took leave of the countryside to work in a big noisy city. So i'll sign off for now, i have a BBQ to organise this weekend.
Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave
Ps. Amy Winehouse died the other day. It's very sad, she was only 27. I met her once. It was in a bar called 'Jazz cafe' or something like that...it's pretty cool. I was in there with some friends watching a jazz band and she came in and was rude to the bar staff, rude to our table and rude to the band. That's all i'm going to say.
Well so much has happened since i last wrote to you. Let me begin by saying sorry for not writing sooner. The weather has been very nice this last few days it's a scorching 27*C outside at the moment and the temp is expected to stay high for a while still. The train i have been using to get me to work has been, on average, 2mins late everyday...until the day when i'm running late. It of course was bang on time that day. And let us not forget that the price of a first class stamp has sat proudly at the cost of 46p.
Work has been keeping away from trouble. I know i seem to be complaining about it a lot lately but since i'm doing little else but arrive at work at 8am each day and finish at 7pm with aches, pains, a dirty face and little to look forward too aside from the sweet relief of death, there's not much in the way of distractions to write about. However, in the micro moments of life i do get i was able to watch the new Harry Potter film, attend a hip-hop karaoke night, and invest in a BBQ (not all at once!).
I have noticed just how lovely London is in the summer, and for all my moaning about working i have been able to enjoy some wonderful sun drenched evenings sat in various pubs along the south bank or Covent garden. Right now along the river Themes, outside the Royal festival hall there is a mock beach with real sand and beach huts. Every day there's a festival atmosphere there, with seemingly hundreds of happy Londoners spilling out of every restaurant and bar enjoying the warm pleasant evening air. Often i will leave work and walk from Waterloo all the way to London Bridge to catch my train and meet with Sophie since she works at the Globe. It's nights like this i'm reminded why i took leave of the countryside to work in a big noisy city. So i'll sign off for now, i have a BBQ to organise this weekend.
Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave
Ps. Amy Winehouse died the other day. It's very sad, she was only 27. I met her once. It was in a bar called 'Jazz cafe' or something like that...it's pretty cool. I was in there with some friends watching a jazz band and she came in and was rude to the bar staff, rude to our table and rude to the band. That's all i'm going to say.
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