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Late Feb Blog
The last day of February, my daughter just turned 21 and I will be fifty in just over two weeks, oh yes and for the next 6 days I will be rehearsing for Sports relief and this time next week, it will all be over. Time just goes in the end doesn’t it?
Anyway, have sorted my mobile hell out and all is back to normal –have spent just about every day for weeks finishing this book (Chin Up Britain) in my study, only been let out for the odd swim, my nice voice over job ( ‘Love The Home You’re In’) and a day in Oxford to have lunch with ‘Mummy’s big girl’. Yes the girl child is officially an adult, what do you give a 21 year old these days? She’s had the keys to the door since she was 12, so basically it was cash and some surprises- inc some great tights by a French company called Sardines- (yes) which you can only get at Fortnum’s and some bits from a little shop called ‘Your Eyes Lie’.
The three of us had lunch at the place we always go when we’re in Oxford and me and the girl had the fish-cakes and the old man had steak- because that’s what we do and even though we wanted to pick her up and carry her home, we weren’t allowed, so we left her in Oxford and came home.
The big news on the work front is the two month stint for ‘Grumpy Old Women Live 2 – Chin Up Britain’, which goes into The Novello Theatre in April for two months- seems Cat On a Hot Tin Roof is closing and we are going in- it’s a lovely theatre and on a local bus route, so hoorah, though am bit worried that we will be straddling the election and obviously that’s going to mean some re-writes. More time stuck in the study- honestly I’ve barely come up for air, my nails have just about scratched all the letters off my keyboard and the only thing I can think of wanting for my birthday is a new office chair, mines all ripped and snagging my tights.
Anyway for the next five days I’m going to be missing my office chair and wishing I could be sitting down and writing but- me and the other Grumpies will be in a dance studio in Eeling and I shall be trying not to catch sight of myself in a mirror, which is basically impossible in a dance studio. The bar has been set disgustingly high already on this series- so no doubt we shall drop it down a few notches next week.
Right, it’s Sunday night it’s bath time and there’s a chicken casserole waiting to go in the oven- so I’ll just fill you in on my cultural round- up
THIS MONTH
I have been crying my eyes out at the Archers, Phil Archers death has had me in pieces.
I’ve also been buying hyacinths from Columbia Road market and ready meals from Franklins on Lordship Lane- East Dulwich.
HAVE SEEN
‘THE POWER OF YES’- at the National- to be honest it’s a bit of an economics lecture- lifted no end by the lovely Jeff Rawle, but I think slightly knocked out of the water by Lucy Prebble’s Enron which is getting a lot more press.
THE PAUL NASH- At Dulwich art gallery, surprisingly flimsy en masse- some nice painting but a bit girlie- I’d still really like one mind you.
Ah but the MICHAEL LANDY exhibition at the South London Gallery is an absolute must, a vast Perspex skip, slowly being filled with art rejects, including a vast Damien Hirst diamond skull painting which the artist didn’t like and so had thrown into the skip.
It’s a fascinating installation, there are discarded Opies and even a Tracey Emin languishing in the skip, but by far the funniest rejects are from the home painters and failed A level students - God there is some fantastic crap in there.
AM READING
That new Nick Hornby- lets just say I’m glad he’s having so much success with his script for the film An Education- because ‘Juliet Naked’ is not his best book by a long chalk.
28-02-2010 |
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