…Someone should tell a rather famous producer I know. Might save him some pennies.
So this week has been one of the most insane weeks of my LIFE. You know how I work in this crazy West End theatre world – well fabulous as I am there are still many many rungs on this bloody ladder of mine and the weather’s been so crappy recently that I’ve found it difficult to see even more than a few steps ahead. Hopefully, after last week, that will change soon
I’ve been everywhere! In the office, on location, at the Ivy, in theatres, in rehearsals, and even at the Empire Cinema watching a special preview of Tim Burton’s Alice In Wonderland! (More on that later this week) But I have found time to catch up with a few friends as well. Who needs sleep, right?
Tuesday I went to meet Nicole after work. The poor girl had been there since 5.30am, and we were supposed to meet at 6pm. And she didn’t get out until half past! She came out, babbling a bit due to slepdep, and although she was perfectly happy and not at all upset, she started crying too! Seriously, I’m not so sure the hours we work are legal but still we do it. Insane.
I scooped her under my wind and we rushed to Primrose Bakery for some sugar, stat! Half an hour later we were satisfyingly full of coffee and lemon cupcakes. Amazing.
Cupcakes are everywhere at the moment, aren’t they? I remember watching SATC a few years ago and lusting after the cupcakes they got from the Magnolia Bakery. I’ve since been to that bakery and I hasten to add that there was no way that a single one of those characters could ever conceivably have eaten anything there, or they’d never film those sex scenes. Once I had one… I couldn’t stop. I can never move to New York. Cupcakes and Cheesecake considered, I’d just be obese. Luckily (or unluckily) our cupcake culture has caught on, and instead of nipping for a quick drink after work we regularly meet for a sugar fix instead. I’m not sure what’s worse!
Then today, inkeeping with the NY theme, I met my friend Polkadots for lunch. And when I say lunch, I mean cheesecake.
She’s just moved back home after almost a year of living in sin. Her boyfriend, a sensible, teachery type, bought a house without telling her and moved her in, taking rent for the mortgage. This was fine, until one day his sister showed up. She was supposed to just be staying for a month or so, and half a year later she’s still there. Polkadots finally snapped when she discovered that the unwelcome sister was not even paying rent, so she moved out. There we were eating cheesecake, and I expected I’d need to comfort her a bit. I was wrong.
“I’ve been with him for two years and I swear he doesn’t actually know me at all,” she told me. “I mean, seriously, the other day he said ‘I don’t think I’d ever have even thought about going to the theatre if I’d never met you’ and I was like… ugh! I know he bought me flowers and everything for valentines day but they were roses and I hate roses. You know I hate roses, right?”
And I did. You see, Polkadots is a vintage clad, slightly feminist, bright haired stage manager, and such cliches like roses on valentines day are like cryptonite to her.
So I asked her why she was bothering, and she said she didn’t know. Then she said she didn’t think she should any more. Then we went off on a complete tangent about my new found ‘If he’s not the man of your dreams why are you wasting your time?’ philosophy.
It’s not that I think everyone should hold out for a knight in shining armour who looks like Colin Firth circa Mr Darcy and treats you like a goddess, but there has to be someone out there who just fits with you. I’m pretty sure my mum and dad, who are still ridiculously happy, are evidence enough that this can happen. And Maxie and her hubby, sex issues aside, just work. They just fit.
Nicole and I are off out for the evening, our minds well and truly set on the ensemble bingo board
Will keep you posted.