Wow I did actually become cool there for a split second, in the tiny gap between being spotted with Alfonso and having to admit it was actually years before he was a world cup winner and that I wasn’t in South Africa with him discussing tactics, in that minute little space of hip, coolness I lounged indulgently in, before being found out as a fraud ,I actually had the respect of some hard core football fans. If comments like ‘ where the fuck did YOU meet HIM and did you shag him’ can be classed as respect.
Ah well, moment of glory over (or in my case never started) I am focusing on other things…that’s when I get a second to focus without builders tearing my ceiling down and finding my YSL kitten heels covered in paint..or my drunken hubby sprawled spread eagled across the couch at 7am (yes, of course, as you can imagine, not that I am asking you to imagine, him completely naked!) I was thankfully woken up by the tv on full blast just before poor old Alejia walked in. I’m not sure she could have coped with the sight, although he may have enjoyed a little polish!!! …hmmm that’s a little weird…Focus. Desperately trying to focus and get head round doing some work, have so many scripts I have promised to read that I don’t know where to begin and keep sneaking off to the cinema (has anyone seen Get Him to the Greek? The words Russell Brand would normally send me into a frenzied tirade about that big headed, bigger haired, cross dressing, lousy, untalented mockney, diva, dickhead but my God, he’s hilarious! I loved it. Reminded me how cool it is to be a total looser sometimes. Laughed my head off and then went and smoked a few Geoffrey's and stroked my fur walls for a few hours, God life can be fun!
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