Friday, December 24, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
Okey kokey, pig-in-a-pokey! Time to complete my '10 things...' list.
Psychoville was absolutely excellent last night, and if you haven't seen it yet, do so NOW! Reece Shearsmith was even more brilliant in person than I think Laura and I ever expected. Very fidgety, very funny and generally a really, really awesome person. (I hate the phrase 'down to Earth'). "Steve...I done a bad preview..."
TEN things you wish you could say to TEN different people right now.
10. Right, so...see you at Christmas?
9. I wish you'd stayed behind.
8. I want the old you back. Is it possible?
7. I'm really quite glad it all got sorted out in the end.
6. I wish I'd just done it when I had the chance. Perhaps things would be different.
5. I'm sorry I haven't spoken to you for ages.
4. Stop treating me like a freaking monkey drone.
3. It's really not THAT difficult you know.
2. Please please sort it out! It's really bloody worrying!
1. I was disappointed that I hadn't gone to University this year. But actually, the thought of missing out on all this epicness and general brilliance with you makes me thankful I did stay behind.
NINE things about yourself.
9. I tire of things easily.
8. I know what I want to do...more or less.
7. I have no drive to go back to the gym, but I do have to.
6. I'm pretty excited for the upcoming months.
5. But I fear I'm neglecting the important stuff for the fun stuff.
4. I HATE mouth ulcers (just because I have one right now).
3. I have an insane knowledge of fonts. Like, text ones not religious ones.
2. I have man shoulders and I dislike my hair. Still.
1. Reading Conversations makes me feel better no matter what's wrong.
EIGHT ways to win your heart.
8. Embrace the nerdiness.
7. Cook good stuff.
6. Don't be easily put off.
5. Love Doctor Who, unconditionally.
4. Be ready for laziness.
3. Prepare to watch a lot of scifi/fantasy movies.
2. Be funny.
1. Just...be lovely.
SEVEN things that cross your mind a lot.
4. The internet.
1. What am I doing tomorrow?
SIX things you do before you fall asleep?
6. Turn my laptop charger off at the wall.
5. Write my diary.
3. Arrange my pillows.
2. Put Star on the bed.
FIVE people who mean a lot to you at the moment.
5. Them, specifically Him.
2. My friends at Uni.
1. My friends at home.
FOUR things you see right now.
4. The framed prom picture.
3. My picture wall.
2. The Vesuvius Club.
1. My camera.
THREE songs that you listen to often.
3. Oh My God - Ida Maria
2. The xx - VCR
1. Well All Right - The Hives
TWO things you want to do before you die.
1. Tick everything off the list, and a lot of it is unlikely.
2. Be one of them.
1. Everything is always so difficult. I'm amazed we all cope.
Laura's desktop background is the same as mine, so I'm going to show you what my desk area/work station/laptop zone looks like.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Okay, so last night was seriously one of the most awesome nights I've ever had. The day was great (though I didn't accept my Fox's Glacier Mint reward at the arcade), we walked a lot and ate stuff from Cyber Candy and then went to the BFI with, as it is aptly named, the nice surpise of some Bonus!Reece.
Laura's blog pretty much covers everything, so I'm just posting photos and saying that OMGOKGMGOKGMOMGGOMG like I did last night with Laura as we jumped up and down and literally flailed in our seats at the awesomeness of it all. Humatity does sometimes throw up some really wonderful things. And it was amazing to be able to enjoy it all with other like-minded people.
And on a serious note, my laptop has fallen suddenly into its grave so you know, infrequent blogging will be even more infrequent. Poo.
Now to find a frame...
Thursday, September 30, 2010
I'm working full time at the moment, this week and next week. It's hard but not unpleasant. People tend to be nice and I'm starting to recognise customers and their orders. Lunchtimes are impossible; the queue is often right out the door. Plus my feet ache.
I went to Worcester on Sunday to check out the university, and it was pretty nice. The journalism course looks pretty cool, and there seems to be a possibility of a semester abroad which was not mentioned in the prospectus. Either way, when she was talking about internet journalism, and she asked who had a blog, I was the only one who put a hand up. Kudos.
I seem to have pretty much sealed the deal on being the Press and Publicity Officer for the Carlisle United Supporters' Club London Branch, or rather, Dad has. I appear to have the backing of the club members and quite frankly, it's going to look impressive on my CV and more importantly, my personal statement. Chester on Saturday.
I hope I'm back for Merlin.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
And so, as many of my age group set out on their next big adventure, Uni, I stay behind. Laura, Anne, Doug and myself face at least half a year slotting the pieces (idealistic and realistic) of our individual lives together and making plans for next year.
My decision as far as Maths goes looks to be this - enter myself for the summer GCSE and get myself a tutor in order to get the teaching part of it sorted. I'll be going into school on Wednesday to see if that can be arranged. Followed by League of Gentlemen raves at Laura's. See? I have my priorities sorted.
I've been asked to work full time for a couple of weeks at Simmons in order to cover for the co-manager who's off to Florida on Tuesday. I'll work this Friday and Saturday, then two weeks, then a Monday and then I'm done. It'll be tiring but shouldn't be all that bad.
On the 12th of October, I've booked tickets for Laura and I to go to a special preview of The Sarah Jane Adventures episode entitled Death of the Doctor. The showing will apparently be followed by a panel discussion with Elisabeth Sladen and the producers, script editors etc. It says cast and crew in attendence, though I don't know if that just means the aforementioned or others, but I guess we won't know until we get there. It's going to be AWESOME though.
I have an open day at the University of Worcester on Sunday to look forward to as well.
Bon. That's what's been happening with me, cool cool?
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
And, since finishing school, I've found myself with this thirst for intellectuality that I can't seem to stop. Not that I didn't read before, but since getting back from Corfu I've gone from book to book to book without any prolonged pauses. Maybe it's because I have more time on my hands but I certainly didn't make time in the evenings and mornings where I'd read for an hour in the past.
I've caught myself willingly watching documentaries on BBC4 and watching the news instead of breakfast television. I'm listening to Classic FM and the BBC Proms on iPlayer in my free time. I'm reading the Money, Work and main sections of the Guardian rather than just the Weekend and Sport.
Perhaps for this reason, being told today that Luton College's Maths GCSE course is full and that I can't study there, or at West Herts (who ~helpfully told Dad and I when I went to enrol last week that they'd pulled the course a week before) is making me more depressed than I'm being told it probably should. All colleges have begun their terms.
I don't know what to do. I'm worrying.
No Maths GCSE = no Uni, no employment in my future and generally, well, nothing.
Geez, what a downer blog. I didn't mean it to be. Honest.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
The group on the table next to us, however, were a proper bunch of weirdos. The woman closest to us sat with her hand in the ice bucket all evening, occasionally bringing it out to check on her fingers. Mum and I overheard her say at one point "...yeah, and he just tripped over and cracked his head open and that was it..." and I caught Mum's eye and we giggled loudly into our mains. Then she started talking about fundraiser where Jude Law turned up with his kids. When their puddings arrived, the man opposite her (husband?) said nothing and the woman said "...you ordered the apple tart, didn't you BABE?" and ended the evening by nodding to the waitress and saying "...that poor woman isn't going to want me back, I've just sat here with my hand in a bucket of ice all evening".
On Thursday night/early Friday morning, there was a massive argument going on across the road from our house. I cracked the curtain open, and saw a girl (drunk) and 2 guys standing and yelling at each other. The girl kept shouting "I'M NOT A FUCKING POODLE!" at the top of her voice, "SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" and occasionally slapping her male friends who were trying to get her to shut up and win the argument at the same time by saying things like "...be quiet, you call me worse things than 'poodle', you call me fat and a minger...". Eventually, our neighbour stuck his head out of the window and shouted "Could you take your argument somewhere else please? The whole street doesn't want to hear it!" To which the girl shouted back: "But he called me a POODLE!"
Eventually they went up to the top of the street where there is a small bench. I had crept into Neil's room by this point, and we were both watching the proceedings with childish excitement. We almost died laughing when we heard the girl screech "...I'm not a DOG, I'm a GIRL!" and when she walked back down the street with a girl friend who'd managed to calm her down, Neil asked me if it would be a good idea to shout "OI! POODLE!" out of the window and see if she responded.
My life isn't usually this exciting and I'm not used to it.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Okay. So. In town today I got some information (with Laura's help) on where to do a maths GCSE part time. West Hert's College, would you believe. And I'm keen to sign up and get going but I suppose I should perhaps explore some more options before spending the £300+ cost. I know. If all goes to plan I'll be sorted for enrolment by the end of the week.
I've re-written my CV, in the hopes that it may give me a bit more luck with jobs etc. but you never know.
Dad spoke to his 'connections' in Carlisle and there is a possibility that I may get on a three week internship doing press/media/journalism related stuff for Carlisle United. There's a foot in the door that'll certainly help when it comes to application time. Hopefully. It should be awesome, anyhow. Now to work it in around the maths...
Anyway, if none of it works out, I read in my book earlier that the Moon is moving away from us at a speed of 4cm a year, and in 2 billion years, it will have gotten so far away that its gravitational magnetic influence on the Earth will be lost, and as a result, we'll spin like a top before falling into the sun, roasting and burning to death.
Silver linings and all.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
The latter, I'm afraid is not going so well. I am panicking, quite a bit, about what I'm supposed to be doing with myself. I'm still searching for work, though it's near impossible as A, I don't have any experience and B, I don't have a C in Maths GCSE. This immediately makes me pretty much un-employable, if that's even a word, and worse than that, what universities will want to take me without it? Exactly.
So I've tried doing to some research into what I can do, and Oaklands College don't do Maths courses, and the re-takes are in November but I don't have any coursework to back up the exam even if I did somehow get myself in for it. Plus I have to pretty much learn the entire course all over again, and no way can I fit two years of learning into a couple of months.
The worst thing is I had my chance before and I just blew it. I could've re-taken in year 12 but I was so bloody stupid and not thinking ahead and this is precisely the reason why I feel like a twat talking about it because it is my fault that I'm in this mess.
I know this is a ranty blog but I need to get this out of my head.
So, my outlook is this - I keep trying to hopelessly find a job, whilst trying to find somewhere that I can do Maths before next year in the hope that I'll have the grades in time to get to University. I also have to cram in open days and application among this, as well as attempting not to feel every single day like I'm slacking off, sponging off my parents by still living in the house without bringing in any income and generally not doing anything with myself that could be considered 'productive'.
What a crappy blog post. Sorry.
Have a better day.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
I'm listening to it again now, and I have to say it really is utterly brilliant. The music composed by Murray Gold was fantastic, as usual, and I honestly don't know how he manages to capture the characters and the excitement of the programme, but he does. And he does it well.
They played The Madman With A Box, An Untimely Arrival, I Am The Doctor, Battle In The Skies, Amy's Theme, Liz, Lizards, Vampires and Vincent, The Pandorica Suite and The Title Credits.
They also included some pieces from S3 and 4 - This Is Gallifrey and Song Of Freedom. The latter was very moving and a great way to end.
My favourite? Without a shadow of a doubt I Am The Doctor. It's exciting, fun, adrenaline pumping, heartbeat-racing brilliance. I'm saying brilliant a lot. But it is. It sums up the Eleventh Doctor so so well and when you hear it you just know something amazing is going to happen. They played the speech from The Pandorica Opens when he's speaking to the ships at Stonehenge over the top and it shouldn't have worked but it just did.
The best piece of Doctor Who music I think Murray Gold has produced thus far.
Find part one HERE and part two in the bar at the bottom. They filmed it for BBC3 to be shown later in the month/next month I think. Go listen now and enjoy it without the visual stuff, personally, I think it's even better this way.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Monday night was Anne's birthday party, and we all went to Nando's and had a good time, eating hummus and chicken and all sorts and giving presents and generally feeling bon about everything. Jess, of course, was absent as she's currently in Brazil so there was an empty chair. She was very polite and didn't take up any room and agreed to hold all the presents until we moved on over to Cross Keys for wine and pitchers. A good evening had by all, I think.
Assuming that Ma and Pa were back from their evening at the Tower of London I put the latch down on the front door, and just as I was drifting into a pleasant night's sleep I remembered that actually they weren't back yet, they were walking up the driveway and ringing on the doorbell asking what pillock locked the front door. Hello.
I had to cancel coffee with Caitlin today, which really annoyed me as I was very much looking forward to it. I woke up and my eyes were being weird and I had a headache and then my arm went dead and all tingly, quickly followed by my tongue. A quick Wiki search later this evening seems to have revealed I had a migraine. So I put my pyjamas back on and slipped back into bed for an hour or so until I felt a bit better. The rest of the day was rather wasted taking painkillers and watching TV, however, I did pop down to Morrisons etc. (on Laura's manic suggestion) to try and find a copy of the latest Doctor Who Magazine which I could not.
Here's to a slightly less painful rest of the week.
Friday, July 16, 2010
We were waiting around for a while outside, unsure of where to go. We tried going in through the front doors (as you would) but we were accosted by a film crew from a website who wanted to know how we felt about the gig (which was apparently opera by Rolando Villazon). We stood, said nothing much except 'err...' before Alex confessed we didn't really know what we were doing and the guys looked at us like we were morons before letting us go off and try and work out where to go.
Eventually, we did find where we were supposed to be, and we waited for about an hour until we were given wristbands and led to a bar area on the upper floor of the Roundhouse. Unsure of what was happening, the eighteen of us confused looking people found ourselves facing a TV set, i.e. two sofas, a glass coffee table, all lit and cameras pointing. We were told the presenters would be arriving soon so to relax a bit before going to stand on set behind the sofas.
By this point, words like 'live' and '1 hour' where being thrown about. Then Fearne Cotton and Dave Berry turned up, said hello to us and started rehearsing what would be the opening to the ITV2 show doing the live coverage. Elise, Alex and I were very excited. The show was going out live for an hour and Elise was fluffing her hair up like mad.
Then they said the guests were there, and I looked into the crowd behind the camera and saw Mark Ronson, at which point I got even more excited. His hair is even cooler in real life. Actually, he was just the epitome of cool full stop. And he was sitting barely a metre and a half away. The second guest was Ashley Banjo from Diversity, who was very tall, very nice and very good looking.
You can find the video on ITV Player HERE, we're standing near the back on the left hand side, I'm in blue, Elise in pink and Alex in a grey vest. What a cool night, and good experience for me as Alex so rightly pointed out. Fab fab fab.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
First things first, Corfu was excellent. I had a fab time and I'm brown and feeling happy about my friends and the fact that they're all really rather awesome. My highlights included swimming in the sea, drinking Greek coffee and having an in-depth discussion about what on Earth a 'Clunge Bucket' is. To name a few.
Spain won the World Cup. I didn't actually get to see the final but I'm glad of this in retrospect as when I got back, I watched the highlights and literally cried with joy. Fantastic. Viva La Furia Roja.
I have a growing list of things I need to do (some urgent, some not) and the next few weeks seem to be a little busy for me in terms of meals, dentists, haircuts and Dark Star's birthday.
Hello. It's nice to be back.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Leaver's Ball was actually really, really good. I had a great time. My feet did not. Although initially being hesitant, there was dancing going on (including some Time Lord dancing a la The Big Bang) and lots of shouting over loud music and good drinks and excellent and very pretty people to talk to.
As Anne's dad said, we do scrub up nicely.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
First off, I'd like to thank Tim Berners-Lee for creating this marvellous, world-changing piece of technology. And also for giving it to humanity, not charging for it. I would also like to kick BT in the nads for being a total cocking waste of space.
Secondly, this is a quick blog, hopefully, as I'm off to town with Anne in a bit.
I don't know where to start. This time next week, I'll be in Corfu. Which is nice, and exciting and a bit worrying but I'm sure we'll all get on fine and be happy and have a great time. In between now and then, we have our Leaver's Ball tomorrow night, and then I have the TYC Thesp's Meal on Friday night. So a fairly busy week.
Doctor Who was fantastic and although I don't have time to re-watch it now, I shall be doing so the minute I get back in. Oh, Matt Smith and Karen Gillan. You make me feel like such a bloody hypocrite. Curse your brilliance.
England are out of the World Cup. There was a large, Rio Ferdinand-shaped hole in our defence and to be honest, I feel that there was really no point of Wayne Rooney even being there, as all he did was moan, have a go at the fans and walk about the pitch like he couldn't care less.
VIVA LA FURIA ROJA!
And, because Caitlin asked, these are the books I plan to read this summer. Some of them, anyway:
Glamorama by Bret Easton Ellis - I'm already a quarter of the way through.
A Short History Of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson - It's big, and looks awesome. Bought it on a whim.
Captain Corelli's Mandolin by Louis de Bernieres - Well, we are going to Greece.
A Serious Man by David Storey - Again, on a whim, from the bookshelf outside my room.
And, the one I'm MOST excited for:
Imperial Bedrooms by Bret Easton Ellis - Which, although it's not out yet, will probably be my literary highlight of the year.
Please keep in mind they are all rather large books. THANKYOU!
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
THE PANDORICA OPENS
As much as us Who fans all hate to admit it, series finale time is upon us. This ultimately means solo-viewing of the episode as it airs, texting fellow Who friends followed by immediate internetz to check theories, pose and answer questions and try and find out what the hell the Moffat is trying to do to us.
"The Pandorica. That's a fairytale."
"...aren't we all?"
So, The Pandorica Opens, with all the build up throughout the series with the cracks and the warnings and all sorts, was obviously going to be somekind of insane setup to make sure that the last episode will be as explosive and memorable as possible. And indeed it was. I already knew that the Cybermen would be returning, though I was pleasantly surprised to see that Moffat has decided (and listened to the fans) to not just have the Daleks or the Cybermen solely returning, as this tends to result in many a rolling eye.
There was a great mix of cameo, if you can call that, from Vincent, Liz 10, Churchill and Bracewell, the returning River Song (who on the internet generates an equal ratio of love to hate) and some great comedy as well, which was nice to see in such a tense episode.
"Oh, missing something obvious Rory! Something big. Something right slap in front of me, I can feel it."
"Yeah, I think you probably are."
And Rory returned! Well, sort of and not really. I think he's going to be one of those very important plot points, even more so than he already is, perhaps. I have to admit, I did do a little cheer when he appeared. And some sadness when he asked if Amy had missed him. And that cliffhanger. You can't be serious, Moff? You can't be. There is, if you want to find it, an interesting interview with Karen Gillan in the Radio Times which may or may not suggest that she'll definately be coming back. I suppose it depends on what she's been told to say. You know what the DW publicity people are like.
I will say this: I might die too if she doesn't come back. I love me a bit of Amy Pond.
"You know sometimes I have really brilliant ideas?"
"Sorry. Look at me! I'm a target!"
That final montage (they love a good montage on DW) was horrible to watch. Very sad and very powerful and though TV tends to totally overdo their slow motion button, DW did it perfectly with the Doctor's feet struggling to get a grip on the floor as he's dragged to the Pandorica, Rory holding a dying Amy and River trapped inside an exploding TARDIS - it finished with the entire Who fandom screaming at the TV 'how on Earth are they going to get out of this one?'
It's going to be a long week.
What did you think? Thoughts/theories/ideas?
Saturday, June 19, 2010
My exams are done. They seemed to go okay, I did as much preparation as I could have done so I can't blame myself for not being prepared. I don't want to go into too much detail but I got fairly good questions for all of them so I'm feeling pretty cool about it all. For now, anyway.
Yesterday, I went into London with Mum's friend Robert and we did a lot of shopping and I got my Leaver's Ball dress! Which is very exciting. I just need everything else now - shoes, accessories etc. After a busy day's walking and purchasing he revealed he'd booked seats at Vertigo 42, the top floor champagne bar at what was previously known as the Natwest Tower. And it was amazing. Like, from where we were sat we could see all the way to Hampstead Heath and beyond and the champagne cocktails were fantastic.
I could probably get used to living like this.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
I really had some great times when I played. The people I met and the experiences all made up for the losses and in one case, the broken bones. Wearing number ten for St Albans City Youth was a great feeling, as was being the first girl to reach one hundred appearances, and winning Player of the Season.
And so, when England come out onto the pitch on Saturday evening, I shall be watching intently. And when the final is played whilst we're out in Corfu (the night before we come home, would you believe?) I shall hopefully be watching that as well.
Unf, those kits were a sexy shade of yellow. (Megan smashing a girl out of the way just out of shot).
Sunday, June 6, 2010
1. Doctor Who last night was brilliant beyond words and quite frankly I'm not sure I'm going to be able to cope when the series finale roles around. Vincent and the Doctor was beautiful to watch and very, very sad. Tony Curran was excellent and Bill Nighy was fab especially during the bow tie exchange at the beginning. Bow ties are cool. Matt Smith and Karen Gillan were perfection once again, funny and entertaining and heartbreaking.
Next week looks interesting. I am looking forward to it for a reason that I found out about weeks ago and I haven't told anyone about but it's going to be GREAT. Trust me.
2. Ohh holy crap the Drama exam is on Wednesday blarghfhfhfhhahlkjdfh.
3. I'm having laptop problems again. I need a new battery and I went on the HP website but apparently they don't sell the part I need. As long as my laptop is plugged in, it's fine. I'm hoping we don't have a power cut any time soon or I'm screwed. I think I'll have to go to Mr Computer in town and have a word which is a pain and will most likely cost me a million pounds.
THE WORLD CUP STARTS ON FRIDAY AND I AM SO EXCITED! YESSSSSS!
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
So I did Frankenstein first, figuring if I'm going to use it as my Section A English text then I should probably get to grips with the guy. I actually quite enjoyed reading the book. It's very good. Unfortunately, whilst reading it, many many easy comparisons with Paradise Lost and Macbeth began to scream out of the pages at me, like that shouty book in the first Harry Potter film.
Then I moved on to Lysistrata. I did all the questions on the sheet Mrs Horn gave us, plus an extra Section A. I feel okay about it, it's mostly blagging anyway. It doesn't matter what the question says because when it comes down to it, you can apply pretty much any rehearsal technique to your exercises if you can make it seem appropriate to your concept. So I'm fairly okay with that.
And today I finished my Twelfth Night revision, which means doing all the questions Rolo gave us even though half of them made no sense. But yes, I feel fairly confident with those as well and my notes seem pretty reliable so that's confidence boosting.
I'll start doing Media tomorrow because I haven't even started looking at my folder yet. My Section B is okay but needs a good day's worth of work and my Section A needs a serious amount of work as I've only done one mock of it in the lesson and that was about four weeks ago. Revision sessions next week, yay.
And that's that. Mum got me a Dracula York Notes in London today so I can do that after the Drama exam is over and inevitably end up using it as my Section A text as it's fresher in my mind. OH, BUMSY.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Last night I sort of picked my Leaver's Ball hair, the front half anyway, but my hairdresser and I agreed that we should have a trial run, so she's coming over in two weeks with armfuls of hair products and objects to experiment with. I should probably also try and work out what I'm doing makeup-wise as well, really, shouldn't I?
Grandma sent me a cheque to spend for hard-work with exams, but I don't really feel as though I've earned it yet so I'm putting it away until exams are over so that I can spend it and feel as though I deserve it. I have a couple of ideas, but nothing solid yet as to what it will be put towards.
The St Albans City 6-a-Side is coming up and I've been asked to work on the climbing wall again. I have no problems at all with this, I always have a good time and the weather is usually very good, plus, I'll be working Saturday and Sunday apparently so it'll give me lots of time to get out of the house and away from revision. Despite the fact it's on the weekend before my drama exam (blarghehsdkjflaskfj).
Doctor Who tonight, wheee!
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Drama drama drama. What a kerfuffle and a half you are. Thank God you're nearly over.
Also today, I went, albeit incredibly reluctantly, to the gym where I had a very strenuous work out and came home to find that all the water had been turned off in the house because we were having plumbing problems. These problems did not get sorted until a plumber arrived in the late afternoon to fix it up. I couldn't shower until it had been mended. Ergh, I know.
Revision is a bore, but what must be done must be done and I think that hopefully we'll all be thankful that we did some once results day rolls around.
Monday, May 24, 2010
I'll admit, I didn't watch the first series when it was broadcast. I'd seen Life on Mars on DVD only after people had kept raving on about how good it was. I watched the first five or so minutes of the first episode of Ashes, and when Layton appeared in the back seat of Alex's car I jumped a foot out of my skin and dismissed it as a little too jumpy for my innocent nerves. What a mistake.
Thanks to Laura, and Jess and Doug, I was warmly invited to several 80s themed get-togethers in which several packets of garibaldis were digested and numerous litres of Tizer were consumed, and Ashes to Ashes was the show to keep us entertained. It really didn't take long for me to get hooked inside the world of 1980s Fenchurch East CID.
For me, the first series was excellent. Unsure of whether they were to have another series comissioned, the creators set about producing eight episodes of television gold and wrapping it all up in an explosive and emotional bundle at the end. Series two, I felt, wasn't as good. It was good, but not good, you know? I didn't like Martin Summers, but you weren't meant to anyway and throughout the series the relationships between Alex and Gene and Chris and Shaz really developed into something worth watching. When the final episode of S2 was screened, and that cliffhanger was broadcast, I was left wondering quite how I was going to manage waiting another year to find out what was really going on, and what the answers were.
And then series three rolled around, to much excitement from the aforementioned Ashes stans, promising to answer all the questions that bugged us and finally telling us who Gene Hunt really was. For the first part of the series, I did begin to tire of the constant appearances of the ghostly copper with no explanation or development as to how or why he's haunting Alex. But the Gene/Alex dynamic was fabulous and Keats gradually began to generate feelings of hate inside me for him. Discipline and complaints? An office "...hotter than a Mallorcan minge" as Ray put it? There was always something dodgy about him.
A two-part finale ended the series. Following the death of Sgt. Viv James, the team were in disarray and it seemed that Keats was winning in his attempts to turn Ray, Chris, Shaz and Alex against Gene. I read a great theory somewhere that the characters were following a 'Wizard of Oz' theme. Chris wanted intelligence, or a brain, Ray wanted a heart and a Shaz wanted courage. Alex wore red shoes, or ruby slippers throughout S3, and Gene was the wizard who could grant them their desires. This made sense.
I don't really have any strong religious beliefs. If there is a place the soul goes after death then I'm happy to believe that, and if that place is a police station governed by a mysoginistic, racist, arrogant yet strangely attractive and dynamic DCI, then that seems good to me. Of course, I'd have to become a police officer first, as it turned out that this police station is in fact a sort of purgatory for police officers who died with issues needing answers.
And Gene Hunt? Well. Watching as Alex dug up with her hands what was revealed as his shallow grave, meaning he was the ghostly copper, and that this purgatory was his domain was not only harrowingly upsetting but allowed a sense of relief to wash over me. Finally, we knew who Gene Hunt was. He'd been dead the whole time, creating this place where he guides police officers to their eventual 'Heaven'.
Remembering that this place isn't real caused Gene to regress into that young man state, where he couldn't even stand after being kicked about by Keats. Alex pleading through whispers for him to 'get up' really marked a change in their status. And Alex choosing to stay with Gene whilst the others followed Keats truly showed what their relationship was about.
I said to Caitlin earlier, the kiss was much anticipated and great to see, but the circumstances in which it took place made it less 'yay!' and more sobbing sadness. Alex volunteering to stay with Gene, so as to stop him being 'alone' was heartbreaking.
All in all, in my opinion, a perfect ending. Gene Hunt, is and always will be, the Guv.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Yesterday, I went into London with Dad and we did a tour of the Globe theatre and the exhibition inside. We were late to the tour, and a lady had to take us down the back way (ooerr) and made us join onto the group who had already been told about photos etc. so we missed nothing important. I learnt about prostitutes, a recurring theme when it comes to going out with my father. Inside the exhibition there was some helpful information on Middle Temple Hall and an account of a first viewing of Twelfth Night that will be helpful, as well as your clothes, props and stuff.
We were there to see Macbeth (you see, combining Drama and English revision in one day) and it was really, really good. I really enjoyed it and it was definiatly one of my favourite theatre-going experiences of the last few years. It was bloody and gory and funny and generally awesome.
We then went for dinner in one of my favourite spots to eat in London, the Strada facing St Paul's and the front steps. I like it because of a fandom reason that if I put on here, Mother will mutter 'oh, for God's sake' out loud. Sherlock Holmes 2009 is all I'll say.
Today I went to town with Mother and we went to Carluccio's for coffee and I had the thingy with three mugs, one each of coffee, chocolate and cream and a plate of biscuits between us. I got Neil a birthday card and some black jeans from New Look (the jeans were for me) after spotting Laura in the library. I went to get a Dracula York Notes from Waterstones, and saw Caitlin but you looked busy so I didn't want to disturb you. They didn't have the book, by the way. And then Mother took me to Clarks where she bought me the most gorgeous pair of boots I have ever seen in my entire life, and that I intend to wear even though it's hotter in England at the moment than it is in either LA or Johannesburg.
Ashes to Ashes was incredible on Friday night, and I'm so so so sad it's over. Laura and I (depressingly) ended up sobbing on msn whilst discussing it. Keats was freaky ass and bloody scary and Keeley Hawes killed me with her acting and the Gene Genie was perfection and, well, it's going to take a lot for the BBC to trump that hour of TV, let me tell you.
Tomorrow, I take Mutti to the Earthworks open day and attempt to open my Lysistrata, which has remained on the corner of my desk, ignored, since study leave began. I did finish Frankenstein today though, which is something.
EDIT: Oh, I forgot to say: I'VE DROPPED A JEANS SIZE! THAT'S 2 INCHES!
Thursday, May 20, 2010
So yeah. On/off since Saturday I've been feeling a little funny. What started on Saturday as a total lack of energy and a stomach ache and headache seemed to get better by the end of the weekend, but on Monday I stopped wearing a belt as I thought it might be a cause for the stomach ache and yesterday I was really tired all day. I went to town and literally could not summon the energy needed to get out of the car until I remembered why I was in town in the first place. I seem fine today though, so maybe it was just a bug or something. I have energy!
I bought Sherlock Holmes on DVD yesterday. It seems as though they're being weird about DVD distribution, as the two-disc version is available to buy in Holland and Poland and presumably northern Europe, but not in the UK. So mine is a one-disc, but I don't mind all that much. I re-watched it last night and it was fab-u-lous. It reminds me of Christmas which is weird, and shopping in Homebase and painting my bedroom and sleeping in the back room and rehearsals and all that stuff. Bizarro.
I've also been doing a close analysis of Frankenstein. I've done five chapters a day, except for today where I did ten as I won't have time tomorrow. I have quotes and all sorts. Unfortunately, the more I do, the more I realise it is a perfect comparitive text for Paradise Lost. I intend to do the same thing for Dracula, so we'll see how it goes. Essentially, I've actually been revising! Which is madness if you know me at all!
Tomorrow I am off to the Globe to see Macbeth and then it's the last ever Ashes to Ashes in the evening. What are we going to do without the Gene Genie?!
Saturday, May 15, 2010
I finished school on Thursday. This hasn't quite sunk in yet, probably because I still have Media lessons for two weeks and revision sessions (lolol, my attendance to these is yet to be confirmed) and actual exams and then coming in next year for help with my personal statement and stuff.
But you know, no more actual Beaumont lessons in which I do an excited dance or shout 'DETONATE THE REALITY BOMB' or Laura jumps out of her bag pretending to be Dracula or Michael Ojo hurls himself head first into a stack of chairs. Sad times.
So we went for a Nandos to celebrate and it was good fun and typically yummy.