Goodbye to Rosie, queen of Corona…
I was going to start this post with a quote from a Paul Simon song that wittily tied the way I’m feeling now with the presidential race in the USA, but I’m being distracted by a programme about atoms that Ronny is watching which just claimed that a human being is actually hotter than the sun: basically, if there was a piece of sun the same size as me, I’d be hotter. This has no relevance to anything – but I like it. The rest of the programme is kind of freaky. I’m not a big fan of thinking too much about space. It hurts my brain.
So back to where I almost started… ‘I’m on my way, I don’t know where I’m going, I’m on my way, I’m taking my time and I don’t know where…’ This is how I feel at the moment. I do feel like I’m on my way – I’m finally feeling brave enough to try a few of my own creative endeavours. These include…
a) making a film with my friends Amber and Nisha (of Broken Hearts fame), now funded by the New Pathways film fund. We had a meeting about it on Saturday morning at Hackney City Farm (see below). We seem to have been drinking about 25 cups of coffee between us… But we got a lot done and it all seems very do-able and exciting…
b) making music with my friend Guy. I’m uploading a few snippets now – just snapshots of our haphazard rehearsals but you get the idea. We might get round to gigging one of these days if we can ever think of a better name than Castell and Hobbs which makes us sound like a slightly rubbish (possibly seaside resort based) 70s comedy duo.
Here is me singing from a while ago. I’m trying to upload some ‘Castell and Hobbs’ but it’s not letting me so that can be for the next blog.
c) initiating the greatest ‘great initiative’ yet with the help and support of my friend Oli, with additional support from Alis, Emma, Jesse, Damjan, Zeina, Dominic and Jamie.
Watch this space for the fruits of our endeavours.
In other news, I ignored Halloween in favour of a night in front of our new massive TV watching Lawrence of Arabia which I had never seen. It is overwhelmingly cinematic in ways that I forget cinema can be. Teresa from my work told me that you can go to Dorset and see T.E. Lawrence’s actual house and where he crashed his motorbike and that he didn’t have a kitchen.
I also spent an evening in the company of my friend Jimmy who was turning 21. Hilariously, my brother suggested that all the youthful guests of such a party would turn to me for wise counsel about such mature things as ‘taxes’, which, being a woman of a certain age, I would undoubtedly know about. Instead, I danced around to any and all music, got a bit tipsy, made everyone go to Costcutter at 2am to buy snacks, cooked pizza and pasta in the middle of the night and got home around 4am. Ah yes, I’m glad I showed those whipper snappers a good example of being a grown up.
Tomorrow, I shall entertain much more adult thoughts such as the future of America, whose fate will be being decided. Just like me, America is going somewhere. I hope…
Good night x
Oh – also made my bro a very basic website for his show Barbershopera – check it out and come and see them at Theatre503 in Battersea later this month!
