17/10/06
Brief Catch Up -
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Hey Kids
Yep - back again...miss me? Thought not.
Had a busy emotional rollercoaster of a weekend and I'm only now getting to sit down on here for any length of time to write. Just got back from my monthly doctors appointment. The good news is that my blood pressure has come down due to my brilliant weight loss/starvation programme, I am however still mental so I've been given a load more tablets to try and stop that. The depression thing has been pretty apparent this weekend, but I'll get to that.
First things first, St Helens Rugby League Football Club.
Indulge me - it's important.
In my teenage years, St Helens RLFC made sure that I never got too happy. At a time when all of us are going through turmoil and stress as our bodies and minds are adjusting to adulthood, I had the added pressure of being a committed supporter of Saints RL. Three Wembley finals ended in abject heartbreak, including a nilling in 1989 by arch rivals Wigan. We kept coming second in everything, almost getting there - raising the hopes of the faithful support but always falling at the last hurdle, to the point that the club began to be known as the 'bridesmaids'. At the time it was a living hell - you may have noticed that I have a tendency to overly emotionally react to things, and this is nowhere more true than where Saints are concerned. I'm not a sport person - as I believe I have mentioned before - don't follow a football team, or any of the major sporting events even casually, my only sporting passion is Rugby League despite the fact that it has caused me more sulks and strops than anything or anyone else in my life. But experiencing years of lows also means that when the highs come they are all the sweeter...
Saturday night capped a perfect season for Saints. A literally perfect season - here are the honours for the 2006 Super League XI season:
Challenge Cup Winners
Lance Todd Trophy Winner (Sean Long)
End of Season League Position #1
League Leaders Trophy Winners
Players Player of the Year Winner (Paul Wellens)
Young PLayer of the Year Winner (James Graham)
Coach of the Year Winner (Daniel Anderson)
Man Of Steel Winner (Paul Wellens)
Super League Grand Final Winners
Harry Sunderland Trophy Winner (Paul Wellens)
Clean sweep - the lot - perfection. I know it doesn't mean a thing to you but it does to me and as this is my blog I can put what I want so there it is.
Old Trafford on Saturday night was an emotional experience for me, looking up and around the stadium at 72,000 people and seeing half of them elated and half of them in despair, I've had both in my lifetime as a Saints supporter, it's difficult to truly enjoy victory when you are reminded of the hurt of defeat. As I left the ground I was walking behind a young lad with his dad, both Hull supporters (the losing team) and I could hear the dad saying there's always next year and all that sort of stuff. The same stuff my dad would say to me as we yet again walked down Wembley Way, trying to block out the gloating taunts from the Wigan 'fans' and choruses of "Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life", but it was never any consolation - next year was so far away. I really felt for that lad who was walking in front of me because I have been in his position and it's awful. The only comfort I could take is that I know that, like me, one day feeling that sorrow in defeat will make the glory days - that will come - shine brighter.
Which brings us to Sunday. True to form, following the relief and elation of the cup final the night before, my mood plummetted on Sunday daytime. Part of the problem with clinical depression is the mood swingy aspect of it. I don't know if it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy but I was kind of waiting for the fall. Driving over the M62 towards Hull on Sunday afternoon I got about as low as I ever have so far. Normally I find the drive over the Yorkshire Moors into Huddersfield and Bradford really quite relaxing, but on Sunday the beauty of the views was wasted on me.
I arrived in Hull fairly early and why I thought going to see "World Trade Centre" at the cinema was a good idea given my mood, I have no idea. Luckily it was rubbish (my film reviews are brilliant aren't they? None of your fannying about with making arguments for or against - I just say it was great or rubbish - it was rubbish though...).
Hull University is always a pleasure to play, even in the depths of depression. The students there are savvy and they love their comedy, I always find they afford you a greater level of indugence than many other clubs, enabling you as a performer to slow right down and be a bit more thoughtful and considered. I always end up dramatically overrunning at Hull Uni, and I always come out of the gig with more material than I arrived with. A lovely gig, and add to that the fact that loads of the audience cropped up on my MySpace page yesterday, and that support act Janice Phayre accidentally showed me her lower lady part in the dressing room and you have the next completed high of the emotional rollercoaster.
I didn't drive back South on Sunday, instead opting to cut back across the M62 to stay at my mum's house in the North West. This was partly because I was knackered and partly because I really wanted to buy the Rugby League papers on Monday morning (which I did - they will be framed by the end of the week). The M62 depressed me on the way back too.
Not very inspiring this blog today is it?
So that's me. I'm off today and tomorrow and then back to workiness on Thursday at the Celebrity Pub Quiz at EDC, and then a full studio day on the sitcom Friday. I really wanted to write about that Jim Davidson thing that was on Chortle's front page over the weekend but I can't be fussed doing it now.
I'm not sure I'm ready to say in public that I have sided with Jim Davidson on something either...
Comments:
Well done on writing about yourself so openly, can imagine it must be helpful not to have to hide it from us and just to say its not made it darker, I'd say more truthful (not sure if that gets across what I think properly!) Would have written to congratulate you earlier but been on hols so only caught up yesterday with the blog.
Was looking forward to seeing you at the EDT so I could say hi (after sitting right infront of you and not saying a proper hello last time), but unfortunately I'm needed at work so won't make it... promise next time I do will say hi.
... sorry this isn't so much a comment but can't work out how to pm you from here... sorry!!
Jenny.
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