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I’m at the gym, OK not gym leisure centre. But the intention is the same, getting myself into an uncomfortably sweaty mess in the hope of shifting a few pounds (weight not sterling, although there does seem to be an overlap).
I’m at peace with the cliche of a New Year fitness drive, that doesn’t bother me. What does bother me is my genetics, I’m not bitching about body shape I got fairly lucky tall enough that an extra burger gets stretched out enough to leave me passably healthy. No, what I’m talking about is the fact that I sweat like Nick Clegg at an NUS conference.
Again I wouldn’t mind sweating after wild exertions, but I start after a walk to the fridge. I’m not horrifically unfit either even when I was playing high level rugby and basketball five times a week. Its just not fair I tell you, I feel fine but look like I’ve just completed back to back marathons.
Anyway my squash buddy is here so I better start filling the court with saline.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: actor, adult, auction, charity, comedy, Feargus, language, life, literature, Natural Theatre Company, new old friends, rondo, theatre, writing
Please help with this, retweet it, digg it, facebook it, do whatever you do but please help me promote this great little charity auction on behalf of The Rondo theatre. A great little venue in Bath that has been really supportve of New Old Friends and numerous other aspiring companies but receives no Arts Council funding. The proceeds of the auction go toward its outreach work (youth theatres, tea concerts for the elderly, adult acting classes and a writers’ forum).
It really is a good cause and what’s more it looks like it will be a great night. Tickets are selling quickly and we don’t want you to miss out on this entertaining and valuable event. Canapés will be provided by the highly acclaimed, One Beaufort restaurant, with comedy auctioneering provided by Pavel Douglas of the Natural Theatre Company.
Tickets to the event cost you only £15. Included in the price of the ticket you will receive £10 in “Rondo Bucks” to spend on the auction and £5 of bar tokens to use at the bar.
Donations already confirmed by partners include:
- Thermae Bath Spa
- The Roman Baths
- Tickets to Bath Rugby
- Afternoon Tea for Two on board the Royal Crescent Hotel’s award-winning luxury river-launch
- Performance day, and schools workshop with The Natural Theatre Company
- A sneak-preview tour of the newly refurbished Holburne Museum
- A Feast of Larkhall (locally sourced gourmet ingredients to make up a dinner party for you and your friends)
For tickets, please send a cheque (payable to The Rondo Trust) to:
The Rondo Theatre
St. Saviours Road
BATH BA1 6RT
Or, you can pop your cheque and booking form into this envelope, and drop it into The Rondo (you can pick up our new season’s brochure while you’re there!) when you pass by! If you have any questions about the event please do not hesitate to contact us at email@example.com and we look forward to seeing you on the 11th!
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I’m sat in the awfully grand Assembly Rooms of Bath. Its all very posh, odd to think I might be getting married here in just over a year. I might not of course. Here that is, the marriage will hopefully still go ahead even if we ultimately decide on a different venue.
That’s no longer true that bit up there. The bit about me being sat in the grand room, not the marriage. I’m back at the flat now, with movies, crisps, dips, and popcorn. Although I suppose that could very well no longer be true by the time you read this. I could be performing somewhere, on the loo, performing on the loo. Even dead. Even dead on the loo a la Elvis! Hopefully I’m not though.
What are you doing?
My fiance is currently having the exact location of her nipples noted down by an older Scottish bloke, and I’ve just asked for the opportunity to spend a weekend in Helsinki with Kylie Minogue dancing in gild hot pants. (Me not her oddly).
Its a funny old life we’re living. I sometimes envy those of you who know exactly what your doing next Tuesday, it must be a comfort to know that you can, you know, eat and stuff. People always tell you as an actor you’re likely to be destitute but its odd. Heff and I bring in less between us than most of our friends and family do solo but we have a nice flat and eat. Actual food too, we’re not taking sustenance by chewing over the tasty morsels of our dreams.
We’re lucky, we know that. Could be luckier though, could akways be luckier. Last night for instance I bought a lottery ticket, just one number. I mean what are the chances?
The lady has returned, nipples duly noted. I’ll let you know what happens with the hot-pants. X
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How did it happen?
I love a bit of etamology (yes I’ve probably got the spelling wrong, I mean the study of where words come from. But now you know the meaning the spelling is irrelevant, words are just there to convey meaning. So their)
But back to the point. Wednesday. How? What does it mean? Obviously I could Google it, but why find five conflicting theories when I can wildy concoct bizzare reasons myself?
A) Because it was the day a Japanese gaming mogul married his Nintendo Entertainment System (remember the joy of the NES and then the SNES?)
B) Because a man called nes who talks in the third person gets cold and damp every week? (It’s wed Nes day again.)
C) Because the Northern town of Widnes punches above its weight in calendrical matters?
Answers on a post card.