10/10/06
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I've got a day off.
Is there anything better than a day off?
Well, yes, loads of things, but I hadn't finished yet. What I was going to say was, is there anything better than an unexpected day off? I don't mean like when you're ill or when someone dies or something, I mean just when you were expecting to be working and then found out you didn't need to.
Oh, you knew what I meant, you just make me explain everything.
I did another full days rehearsal today (Mon), and when I got home I just happened to look at my call sheet (bit of paper that tells you what time you need to be on-set and what you need to be wearing and that) and noticed that it was dated for the 11th. I was under the impression it was for tomorrow (Tues), but a phone call later and I was given the brilliant news. Tomorrow they are filming me running up some stairs (which I hadn't been looking forward to on account of it sounding 'athletic') but as they are only filming the feet on the steps I am having a stand-in to save me the journey. So how brilliant is that? Not only do I have a day off but I can now tell people that I've had a body double like Demi Moore or Julia Roberts except mine was for my feet and not my bum or busters.
I've always loved getting unexpected days off. I love it when a gig is cancelled at the very last minute. That sounds terrible doesn't it? Course, I only love it on the proviso that I still get paid, and there are some nights when it isn't welcome (if you were planning to try new material or if it is just pulled because it's the fringe and nobody loves you because they've all gone to see Jimmy Carr or something) but generally speaking I like it. It doesn't mean I want gigs to be pulled, or that I don't enjoy my job, it's just a little occasional treat. I think it's great. It's like when you used to go to school on a snowy day only to be told that the pipes had burst or the heating was fucked and you had a day off. It was amazing. I can vividly recall walking back out of the school gates, seeing the blanket of snow covering the fields and feeling a surge of optimism at the possibilities held within this temporary emancipation from enforced education. Don't get me wrong, it usually consisted of playing Star Wars as it was very rare that a Hoth battle could be sufficiently replicated without the need for buying copious amounts of self-raising flour, but surely optimism is a positive emotion whether credibly fulfilled or not?
So who knows what brilliant things I shall be filling my day off with today?
My money is on a couple of episodes of Family Guy, a flirtation with my neglected Playstation and possibly a wank early afternoon (so don't phone me between 1.00pm and 1.03pm).
In other news, I just accidentally deleted the first draft of this post. Fucking hate it when I do that. I've tried to replicate it as best I can but I've got to say the first draft was better. I was trying to sort out the paragraphs and you have to insert a "/p" thing at the top and I accidentally hit the delete button and it skipped me back a page and when I skipped forward again this box I am typing in was all empty and mocking.
In other, other news, I had a costume fitting today (as in Monday). Well, I say a costume fitting - I tried a pair of jeans on. As they were tossed over to me I noted that they were a size smaller than my size and immediately started with "No chance - I won't get in them", but on they slipped with ease. So I've dropped a jeans size. The fact that I am on the last notch of my belt (the good way) and that my jeans unceremoniously dropped to my ankles in Asda the other day should have been a bit of a clue really.
I don't want you thinking that I am some sort of Adonis figure now by the way (is that right? Adonis? It doesn't look right, does it?) - I'm still a fatty. I've just lost a bit, and do feel better for it. Not that I would ever admit that publicly as that would imply that I attatched negative connotations to when I was carrying a wee bit more and that couldn't possibly be true.
Finally, (and this is a sporty thing so don't worry if you want to skip it and just go - I'll understand), the annual Rugby League awards were given out last night and it was a clean sweep for my beloved St Helens. Man of Steel award and Players player of the year went to Paul Wellens - and a nicer, more committed and more deserving man it couldn't possibly have gone to. It's long overdue recognition for him, his only honour so far had been the fact that I named the tax inspector in my Edinburgh 2005 show after him. Young player of year was James Graham and coach of year was Daniel Anderson (both of St Helens). I know, I know, it's boring to you but it means a lot to me. It's put a bit more pressure on the final deciding game of the season this Saturday, but I like that. If they win that, they've won everything they possibly could this year.
Anyway, I can't stay here talking to you losers all day.
I have a day off to go and waste.
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