The filming of 'Play It Cool', my friends masterpiece based on some Xtravision fun times, resulted in us taking over Laser in Ranelagh for a few hours one day last week, disturbing customers with our professionalism/comic genius and generally creating some box office gem moments. Playing myself was hard, but someone had to do it.
I finally got my Rogue stripe. All I need is a southern accent an' some super powers please.
I finished reading Margaret Atwood's 'Cats Eye' and I'm still letting it sink in. The writing was amazing, the switching between past and present flawless, and the cruelty of girls terrifying. But we all knew that. And if you didn't, lucky you. Next on the list are Douglas Coupland 'Hey Nostradamus' and Rebecca Miller 'The Private Lives of Pippa Lee'. I've had my eye on it for a while (and had it hidden in my 'possibly buy ' pile whilst working in Reads) so when I saw it in my Favourite Charity Shop of All Time (which deserves a post all of its own some day) for a euro I decided now was the time. It has a cover which vaguely suggests chick lit but the daughter of Arthur Miller must have something slightly more to offer.
It must be hard to live up to that kind of legacy. Also, weird to know your father went out with Marylin Monroe before your mother.
I'll leave you with the song thats been playing in my head almost all the time lately (also where the title quote comes from), and an amazing video; Flo crackling and roaring at her fiery best :)
I think I'm developing an unhealthy addiction to Fishermans Friends.
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