Well! As I was saying last week I think I’ve been taken over by an alien, and as today I completed my FOURTH workout at the pool in seven days I think it really is the case. I feel so THIN!! Looking in the mirror tells me that I don’t look that different, well, I don’t look any different, really, but I feel good and that’s the main thing. And smug., as you’ve probably already gathered.
I have been knocked out by the enquiries I’ve received about my Actor’s Factory. Talented people I’d feared I’d never work with again have been in touch -a couple of real BLASTS FROM THE PAST – fantastic! I’ve even had an equiry from someone in Southampton! I can’t wait to start.
I had a lovely few days – lunch with my friend KF on Sunday in Upminster. Lovely to see her again and we actually managed to sit in the sun! I thought I was back in Antigua; not just with the sunshine but with all the potholes in the roads. From the A127 to the Thatched House in Upminster it was like playing “Avoid the Potholes”.
Talking of Antiguan roads reminds me that I had a bit of an incident in Antigua that I didn’t tell you about, concerning the car. As most of you know I keep my little old banger Ellie the Elantra in Antigua. But she’s been playing up lately. She’s 13 now, which in car-years is getting on a bit and so she’s getting the car equivalent of the menopause, I think. She keeps on overheating and as her temperature guage is broken I don’t know what’s happening until she shudders to a stop with steam pouring out from under the bonnet. On Easter Saturday afternoon I was driving along Old Parham Road when just that happened. A phone call to the Fella brought the Mechanic to my rescue. But given that it was 5pm on Saturday afternoon he’d already made a start on the rum. He secured the tow rope after four attempts and it was decided that I would ride with him, the Mechanic, while his Friend steered Ellie as I’d never steered a car that was being towed before. Now, there’s no way I’d get in a car in UK with someone smelling of rum, but there in Antigua I did as I felt I had no option but to let him drive me the short distance home to Five Islands..
I was less scared on the Detonator at Thorpe Park.
We took all the potholes; the Mechanic kept on suddenly remembering he was towing and slammed the brakes on. When we got the the junction of Perry Bay Road and Five Islands Road we turned right only for everyone to start shouting at us and the Friend to toot Ellie’s horn to let us know she’d become detached from us. There followed much reversing and re-tying. We finally got to nAvocado Cottage – and then I hit the rum to steady my nerves! And poor Ellie is still unfixed until my next visit.
And the more astute among you will realise that i haven’t mentioned the W word at all. That’s because I haven’t done much writing, unfortunately. I’ve been too busy with the Actors’ Factory and I’m also going to be teaching at Chameleon Peforming Arts, Rayleigh on Tuesday evenings starting 7th May, so there’s been a lot to prepare.
But that’s the end of the excuses. Work on Singles In India starts again tomorrow!
