21/10/06
Battered but not out... -
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I'm covered in bruises.
There will have to come a day when I realise that I'm no longer able to throw my body around like I used to.
Despite my muscular (cumbersome and fat) frame I have always been very agile. I did really well when I was playing Rugby League in my younger days mainly because the opposing teams didn't think I would move as fast as I did. I could run really fast - you wouldn't reckon it would you? That's why it worked.
This is also why when I did breakdancing or cartwheels at the Free Beer Show up in Edinburgh it would always raise the roof (and damage the floor). It's just unexpected that I would be able to move like that.
Can you even begin to imagine how brilliant I must be in bed?
But it's not as easy any more, I noticed the aches starting during the fringe and I certainly can see the bruises all over me this morning after yesterdays "blocking" day on set of the sitcom thing (blocking is when you work out where you are going to be stood when you say things and which camera is filming you and that..it's incredibly tedious). For some reason I keep getting jobs that involve me falling over, or being knocked over, or having to have fights, or be punched. I came home black and blue from the set of "Doctors" as well. The show I am currently filming involves all of these things.
Here is a list of my bruises:
Inside top of right arm (looks like one of those 'rough sex' bruises)
Outside top of left arm.
Right bosom (pec), bruise stretches round to my back.
Left ribs.
Left hip.
Left thigh.
Left knee (bad).
I think I must have fallen badly on the left side...call it a hunch (which is what I'll probably end up getting if I keep battering my body).
I just feel so old today. I'm 33 and I'm not sure if that actually is old or not, but my body is creaking. I don't think it helps that I started doing exercise on Thursday (Doctors orders) - I did sit ups (don't try and imagine it) and some weights stuff up top, so I would probably be aching anyway even without acting like Colt Seavers all day yesterday. I tried to do some exercise this morning too, but it had to be abandoned. Did most of it, but fuck it hurt. I might just buy some of them electric things that you can put on yourself that do the exercises for you whilst you watch telly or something.
The day on set yesterday was enjoyable enough though.
In the show my character is particularly objectionable to a guy in a wheelchair for a lot of the episode. The guy in the wheelchair is played by David Toole (www.dtoole.co.uk) and he, of course, is in a wheelchair for real. He doesn't have to be because he can move quicker on his hands than I can on my feet these days, but you kind of forget sometimes that you are abusing (in character) someone that does actually live with the disablilty you are mocking. And it took me fucking ages to work out the wording for the last part of the last sentence - I'm still not happy with it, but you get the idea.
When I am doing acting stuff, I tend to spend time daydreaming a little bit between scenes and during travel time, working out the best way of doing it. In a traffic jam on the M25 yesterday morning I realised I was being stared at by the girl in the car next to me. I intitially thought she was flirting with me (such is my misguided ego) but then I realised that I had been acting my lines out loud for about five or ten minutes. I managed to sneekily get my hands-free phone thing into my ear and then made sure she could see it, so I think I got away with it, but she started avoiding eye contact and put her foot down once the traffic cleared.
On set, in between abusing David's character, I have found myself sitting and sneering at him. Just looking him up and down with disdain. Now, I promise this is just me doing the daydreamy thing, but I think at first it genuinely upset him. He told me he was sitting there thinking "what the fuck am I meant to have done?" whilst I gave him demon eyes, but I have addressed it with him now. He's a really cool and funny bloke from Leeds, and he has an air of no-nonsense about him. He's also quite clearly hard as fucking nails and would knock the shit out of me in a fight. I wrote "kick" the shit out of me in a fight originally, but he doesn't have any legs so I changed it. Fucking knife edge isn't it?
Anyway, I have found the best way of dealing with the awkwardness on set is to be up front about it. I've made sure that Dave knows that I'm just 'getting into character' and that it isn't personal, and he has been totally cool with it, even suggesting that I pat him on the head in scenes as this is particularly insulting, but I still feel a slight cunt.
Not enough to stop me improvising in a scene yesterday and calling him "Davros" like, but it balances itself out as the vast majority of the bruises I am suffering with today were brought about by him...
In "character"...
I think...
Gonna have a crack at getting some sleep now to see if that helps the healing process any before a mental few days of work. Am doing Bristol tonight, Birmingham tomorrow, and then filming properly on Monday and Tuesday.
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I came to see you on Saturday night at the Hen and Chicken in Bristol.
I have not laughed so much in ages may be I don't get out much I
don't know. But I will come to the point, I thought that old man was sooooooooooooo rude that my 12 mates wanted to through him out.
We were sat in the front not at the back with the silly girl with the arm.
So a very big thank you for making my night out fab we will come
back and see you again. After that performance I do think you are
sexy in a funny way.
Take care you were fab
Love Cass xx
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22/10/06 @ 00:17 · http://www.myspace.com/raypeacock Don't worry, I get shouted at a lot, I'm beginning to get hardened to it.
Will tell the story of the old man on here when I am less tired. If it can be called a 'story'...more of a 'happening' really...
Thankyou Cass
Ray xx
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