I am yearning to watch the next episode of The Bridge. Really yearning. But I did that yesterday and I didn't blog, and whatever happens, I want to. In a rare display of delayed gratification, then, here I am, all blogful and diligent and enjoying it already. It's so much more, but if for nothing but the pleasure of my fingers tapping on the keys with more confidence than accuracy, it is good. I still have a tiny swell of pride at the fact I can touch-type, and even that I type more accurately when I close my eyes than I do whenI look at what I'm putting on the screen.
I loved my women today. Women whose names I mostly don't remember, even though we've been reintroduced again today. I only see them a couple of times a year at most. Kat and Blondell and Nat/Nicky I remember and I enjoyed my time with them very much today. Nicky/Nat has both names. It's not that I've forgotten. It's thanks to her that I am roughly on my path, or on the path I'm on right now, doing roleplay and other such work with Power Train et al. She put me on to them for a German job in 2007 and I've been working for them on and off ever since. Lots of other lovely people too. We laughed a lot. I do like a lot of actors. Surely not all, but this lot are generally so nice and funny and full of all the stuff they're involved in. I love them. They're open and accessible. They make me laugh. I thank them for that. I'm honoured, too, that I got to have a special go on Cristian, Vic's lovely new man who's making her so happy. We laughed and ate at Leon - a much healthier option than I'd expected - and then in true Pikey Queen style, Vic produced a voucher and we paid considerably less. Very pleasing indeed. I liked Vic's man. That's good, isn't it. I did bollock them for being cheesy, but I'm very happy for them. When you do a marriage, Vic and C, can I be your clown, please? Every wedding needs one of those. I'm yours.
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