I told my friend I am not a gambling man.
He replied 'I bet you are.'
Wednesday, 27 April 2011
It's been a while
It's been a long while since I last updated this blog, lets see if i can remember this right.
Well, I am really on here just to update you on what I have been up to for the last month. I will work backwards.
On during the half term I took my girlfriend to the London Tombs, Europes scariest attraction which makes its names true. My girlfriend was kinda shitting it, and I tried puuting on a brave face I really did...but then near the end I ended up like this!
But it was very good.
Let's see...what else did i do to show just HOW majestic my life truly is...went to the pub a few times, a couple of those time i ended up like this...especially at my friend katy's 19th.
And on bank holiday monday recently pass I went for a nice charming 2 hour five mile walk with my family in west farleigh and went to a very popular pub which does fantastic food, especially for lunch. The name is 'The Tickled Trout', if you are reading this you would be wise to go there.
Coursework is still a right pain in my arse...but i can only sort that out.
And i have now been with my girlfriend for over 9 months and we have booked a holiday to go to spain for a week. So i am looking forward to that, especially since it will be my first with her and my first without my family.
I have my first driving lesson next wednesday, how old have I become.
The day before my half term, my college had a community day, and so they asked me to do two things. 1, perform two scenes from my groups A2 Devised play, and 2, SING A JOSEPH AND HIS TECHNICOLOUR DREAMCOAT NUMBER...now i do not believe in god, or am very religious. So friends and people ask me why do I do these kind of things, such as i did stand up in december, and i do it because its fun. I may be nervous, but I like to perform, to perform infront of people and make them laugh, whether it is with me or at me. I can not sing to save my life, but to make people laugh, smile, cringe but know its funny, and even if they r just laughing at me, then i feel like i am doing something right.
Its why i would love to become an actor, and as a big an industry that is but a hard one, its the only thing I have EVER done that feels like i am doing it right, I love english, I don't mind art, but it's acting that always makes me comfortabe. I go up on stage and i am JUST comfortable. And i love it when my teacher tells me i am doing something wrong, because thats means I am not perfect at it, so there is still room to learn. Though I am not looking for it as a career (now), i am doing amateur dramatics after college, then during that, who knows? Maybe one day i will get an addition, work in a theatre, a talent scout sees me, and boom it could happen like that.
Nick Frost is now one of britains most well know comedic AND dramatic actors in britain and creating a name for himself in America as well with Sean Pegg...and do you know how he started? He was a waiter at a restaurant and he served Simon, and somehow they started talking about star wars, and Nick did an impression of the little robots on the death star, and simon loved it so much he asked him to be a character in a series he was writing called 'Spaced', (a show i now recommend you watch). Ever since he has been in big film after big film, and t.v. programmes. He started out as a waiter...it shows me you don't have to be in drama your whole life to be dedicated to it and love it. So, now my objective is to read the thing i want to do most...but i am not going to give my hopes up just in case i never really reach it.
Well, thats it so far. Talk to you soon.
Cause you will live in happiness too, when you will oompa loompa dooper DIPPIDY DOO!
Monday, 28 March 2011
Friday, 25 March 2011
Happy Birthday
To see your smile a thousand times,
would be a greater gift enough.
But to kiss your lips a thousand more,
would be even stronger stuff.
Happy birthday my Francesca Locke
would be a greater gift enough.
But to kiss your lips a thousand more,
would be even stronger stuff.
Happy birthday my Francesca Locke
I Love you xxxx <3 <3 <3
Sunday, 20 March 2011
My Personal Monster
I find that I am slowly going into a stressful state due to my work at college. Everytime I think of my work, my stomach seems to squeeze on itself and I can feel bile working its way up into my throat. Though the actual physical reaction has yet to happen.
I can now have a feeling of understanding for 'Frankenstein' in when he was making the creature. For all those who do not know what I mean, here is a quote in which may help you to understand what I mean:
'I appeared rather like one doomed by slavery to toil in the mines…I shunned my fellow creatures as if I had been guilty of a crime'
Thankyou.
Friday, 11 March 2011
I Wish...
I wish I could help you, seeing you so small,
Your memory is not what it was, but your heart remains the same.
I say I love you, but you can only stare into my eyes,
There is a familiarity, but also a loss of yourself.
I remember those times where you would walk strong,
Go on with your day and keep moving on.
You are still alive, but how alive, I do not know,
your brain? Your life? Or even your soul?
You see me sometimes and your thoughts go through,
trying to regain the face of recognition.
You think am I your nephew or maybe your son?
But I am going to be honest with you,
I am your grandson.
You may stay in that sofa, or maybe your bed,
trying to rest your weary confused head.
Your painful stiff legs, no longer in use,
wishing that they were even a little bit loose.
So I'll do you a favour and make your wish,
I'll make your memories mine so you won't forget
that there are those who will never forget you.
Your memory is not what it was, but your heart remains the same.
I say I love you, but you can only stare into my eyes,
There is a familiarity, but also a loss of yourself.
I remember those times where you would walk strong,
Go on with your day and keep moving on.
You are still alive, but how alive, I do not know,
your brain? Your life? Or even your soul?
You see me sometimes and your thoughts go through,
trying to regain the face of recognition.
You think am I your nephew or maybe your son?
But I am going to be honest with you,
I am your grandson.
You may stay in that sofa, or maybe your bed,
trying to rest your weary confused head.
Your painful stiff legs, no longer in use,
wishing that they were even a little bit loose.
So I'll do you a favour and make your wish,
I'll make your memories mine so you won't forget
that there are those who will never forget you.
I love you nan, and I know you do too.
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