Publicity hound

I recently found myself having one of those conversations where you're kind of out of your body and not really thinking about what you're saying which resulted in me offering to help with the publicity for my theatre group. I didn't think much more about this initial weird conversation cos I went on holiday and switched off my brain for 2 weeks. Upon my return I was given a list of email addresses, oh what are these, says I? These are the people you must contact and tell them all about how fab and groovy our theatre group is and please come and see all our shows this season. Actually that's not what was said at all but this is how I have chosen to interpret what was actually said as that was to be honest rather blah and not really very encouraging. 

Tonight was the night. From this very laptop, sitting in this very seat where I now type this blog, I have written, attached and despatched emails to several publicity folk out there in the real life meeedja world! Eep! I have to admit it was kind of buzzy. I couldn't resist putting in a bit of my cheeky mischievous ways and I was struck by an ingenious idea that what these emails also needed was a bit of bribery. Couple of phone calls later and I'm offering these people complimentary tickets to come and see our fab and groovy shows for themselves! I am now crossing everything in the hope that something comes out of at least one of the emails or I'm going to look like a total sap who can't do anything other than paint walls in battered jeans (which admittedly I do make a mighty fine job of but expanding one's world is always a good thing). 

So in honour of this I'm also putting the pulicity information out there to you all, my wonderful blog friends, who will read and perhaps be inspired by how we have managed to recreate practically all of Whitby town in our small but perfectly formed theatre; how you can come and have a welcome drink in our "bijou" bar before the show starts at 7.30pm; how said show: The Good Hope, runs from Monday 8th - Saturday 13th October and tickets are very reasonably priced and available from several outlets, all of which are detailed on our (in development) website which is found here.  

What do we reckon? Will the charm of me be enough to secure these meeedja people in my pocket? It's a tough world, I'm not sure that I'm entirely ready for it but I'll give it a blimmin' good go! Come on nice publicity people, be kind to a newbie! 

Befuddlement

I would hardly say it's breaking news but this work lark is a bunch of old balls. I've been back there for two days, it already feels like I've never left the place, I'm sooooo sleepy because after two weeks of sleeping in and no alarms the beep-beep-BEEP is a smidge too much at 6.30 in the a.m, it's cold and windy, and I'm still not entirely convinced that I've fully remembered how to be at work. On Monday morning I tried to get into the car on the wrong side to drive it. I had 242 emails, most of which were just rubbish and were promptly deleted. I genuinely couldn't get my head around the idea of what I was supposed to be doing, and we had moved back to the ground floor so I was totally disorientated. Summing up, tis all a bit rubbish really. Perhaps some photos of the holiday will explain why I am feeling this way...

Please can I go back? Please?

Adventures in holiday reading

Always thinking about new posts for blogs I started off just taking photos of the books that I'd finished on holiday:

Then I decided it was time to get a bit more adventurous and add a book to the shelf to take a photo:

Then I just got photo happy and started putting books into strange places:

Number 7 is still being read but I shall honour it with some kind of holiday type photo once I'm done. 

2 weeks.
6 books.
Holidays are truly the bestest! 

 

Bonnes vacances!

It seems like a hundred years ago since we booked it, and I'm sure at least a thousand years have passed while I've been counting down the days, but it's finally here. Tomorrow we go on holiday! Wooooooop doesn't even really begin to cover how excited I am! 

This year has been crazy in so many ways, lots of good but also lots of bad and rubbish and horrible things that have thrown me for a loop and left me feeling really quite drained. Work has been rubbish, we've been stuck in small rooms that have gradually become more and more oppressive - often I have found myself with shoulders hunched trying to make my head shrink into my body so that I wouldn't have to listen to any more of the incessant noise and that doesn't even include the noise the workmen have been making. In all, I can truly say, that I have never felt like I need a holiday more than this one. And I speak for Wavey when I say the same. He's been travelling much more than we anticipated, his work has been stressful, longer hours, hotel rooms...all in all, we need us a holiday! 

Normally I'd be planning here there and everywhere and this is what I want to see and this is where I want to go. Instead this year I have plans to get out of bed, head to the outside terrace and plonk my arse there until I feel like I might be able to move. If my arse isn't plonked on the terrace it'll be plonked by the pool. Or by the river. Or somewhere eating and drinking tasty food and wine. Summing up? Total relaxation is on the cards. 

Tomorrow - London.

Saturday - France. 

For 2 weeks - arse plonked.

Can't say better than that. Au revoir my friends. 

Get lost!

How is it possible to get lost in your own town? Yesterday I found out that there are some parts of my town that I know absolutely nothing of, and I can take wrong turnings and drive up and down random streets and I'll never find them. Mainly because I don't have a map book in the car, or a satnav, helpful. I was doing ok on the first part of the journey and if I'd have gone with my instincts I would have been even more okay. Instead I carried straight on and ended up in places that neither me nor Zippy were particularly happy about and how fast can I turn the car around and get the hell out of here before someone tries to steal my tyres whilst I'm driving type places. Eep and double eep for good measure. Almost reaching my destination I pulled off into some swanky residential only parking area, hoped that no-one called the po-pos on me and rang the place to find that I was literally within a stone's throw of the front door - doh! Quick turn around, quick park up, quick trot across the big road and not get run over and I was there. 

Where was I going you ask? Oh I was only going to get pampered. Yep, pampered pooches can get lost too, big style lost it would seem. But it was worth it for the hour and a half of lovely relaxing back massage followed by lush facial and possible falling asleep on the massage bed. Heehee. 

I suspect more getting lost in order to get pampered will take place. This is what happens when Groupon have many tempting offers of pampering-ness for bargain prices that it would seem I just cannot resist. It could be worse, I could be addicted to crack cocaine and that would probably mean getting lost in a whole other manner...although possibly in the area where I did get lost so I'd just have to find it again...or maybe not. Stick to the pampering, pooch. Much safer. 

(dis)organised

For two very organised people at work, when it comes to hometime forget it! Totally useless. We manage to lose stuff even though we know it's never been taken out of the house and must be here somewhere. Throw a few boxes around, try another room then another one and it'll be found eventually. It's not a brilliant way to live and being much more organised would be so much better but I'm not holding out much hope. 

Take today for example. I got up early as had planned to go for a bike ride with a friend this morning. An organised person would have thought to check the bike yesterday to make sure everything was ok with it but oh no. I got up this morning with half an hour to spare to discover that my bike had flat tyres. Of course I don't have my own bike pump and I can't get hold of my pops to borrow his and ended up missing my bike ride. Full on childlike sulking followed as I had been so looking forward to it :( 

To try and counteract this we did think about getting the bags out to take on holiday in a couple of weeks and we found the map book. And after searching through 3 piles of books we eventually found the guidebook even though the two that we have seem to fall right out of the area we're going to be in. It will be the first time in a long time that I've not gone on holiday with a trusty Rough Guide and all the special and secret things they know about. We'll just have to discover stuff the old fashioned way - by stumbling across it! 

By that time we were on a total roll and decided to sort out lots of stuff to take to the charity shop. I finally decided to get rid of a lot of my high heel shoes - I never wear them anymore and they're just there in a box, literally gathering dust. By the time I'd had a good sort out I had a full box of shoes and 2 bin liners of clothes to take. Go go go progress! 

I also found a box that had some Benefit goodies that I'd ordered a couple of weeks ago and hadn't been able to find. I found "To Kill a Mockingbird" that I want to take on holiday, and I even found the floor in the study which is progress indeed considering it's covered in boxes full of books, spare pillows that we may never have use for, a single duvet even though we don't have a single bed, and a whole heap of other stuff...see what I mean? I'd like to be reassured by other people that they live just the same way but everyone else I know seems to be really organised. Ho hum.

 

Mr Blue Sky

Get the impression I've spent a lot of time outside this week...? Hello Mr Blue Sky, please be here to stay!