Hi. I just logged in and had to actually watch an advert before it would let me do anything. It was an advert for a Renault sodding Megane (I hate Renault and all they they stand for) I like cars, French cars sound like sewing engines and drive like French men - all needy and discourse-y. I live in sodding London. I need not a car in London. The ( Read more... )

Silly insomnia. I'm filming again tonight. Proper realistic acting. I forgot to say how much I already love film acting…I'm big on every little breath and glance on stage but it all too often gets lost - but on camera, ah man - it's everything. A tiny purse of the lips, a flash of the eyes...you can even time your blinks. I love it. I love hitting ( Read more... )

I know I should write about what's going on atm…but - meh - why would I? Oh yeah - POSTER(IOR)ITY ( Read more... )

My name is Sarah and I'm an actor.

Strange weekend. Especially for me. Did bugger all. Apart from get sloshed on Saturday. Again - unusual to just do that - but I’d  mislaid my gym card and by the time I remembered it was in my iPhone pouch it was lunchtime so I went out for lunch. I’ve got really into doing the cryptics again and am back up to the level where I can do over 2/3s of ( Read more... )

After years of Guardian reading, I realise that all the good people who used to write for the Guardian now write for the Telegraph. So I read the Telegraph mainly because it's written by grown-ups for grown-ups and most of all because I get to do the crosswords (which have long been a part of my life since I was 4 or 5 years old when I solved my ( Read more... )

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It's shaping up to be a nice weekend. Friday night was a divine game pie made by J-Lou. I drank a lot of wine, but hey it's been a while since I had a proper Friday night with wine and food and natter. I stayed over and asked for sleep clothes. I was given a see through top. I don't think Jane knew I was going straight to the loo to change into it ( Read more... )

Dearest best beloveds, I am in a much better mood today despite having a growly sore throat, apparently zinc makes me near invincible.

You don’t know what a bad mood I was in yesterday, do you? Duh. Silly me. I deleted that little diatribe before it was posted. And then I spent an hour or so on the phone to rosamicula cackling like witches and being itterly ( Read more... )

And thus ends a fortnight of outrageous butterflitting from one thing to t'other. Oh sure, next weekend I have yet more plays to see and I may yet be cast in a film (but I ain't holding my breath)

Thursday night was London Cocktail Week's Le Grand Bal. Stupidly due to ethical codes, I did not try the Playboy Bar's cocktail, rosamicula described the crowd ( Read more... )