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Ritzi’s Rules For Surviving West End Theatre

Posted on June 2, 2011 | 3 Comments

Are you one of those people who goes to the theatre once in a blue moon? Do you pay £65 for a ticket on a Saturday night and think to yourself, ‘how do people afford this more than once in a blue moon?’

Sit back, readers. Prepare, for the wisdom.

Booking a ticket:

  1. If you can afford a £65 ticket on a Saturday night, then please stop reading. You are my favourite type of person. Please go buy more full price tickets, preferably for one of my shows.
  2. If you are part of the other 98% of the population who aren’t rolling in disposable income, you can do one of the following things; get your ass down to Leicester Square to the TKTS booth, show up at 10am for a day seat (usually on the front row but still worth it because they’re usually around £20), sign up to every discount site in the world (Groupon, Travelzoo, Money Supermarket.com, Kelkoo, there are shed loads and they do 241′s ALL the time), or head over to Lastminute.com for their 24 hour sale or Ticketmaster for their countdown offers.
  3. Or get a job like mine where people give you tickets for free. I wouldn’t really advise this option, unless you like eye bags and premature aging.

At the theatre:

  1. Please do not buy a bottle of wine in the incoming. You will bankrupt yourself and your entire family. Instead, why not pick a nice pub near to the stage door and buy a slightly less extortionately priced bottle, and do some people watching while you wait.
  2. Unless you want to be tempted into buying malteasers, icecream, souvenir brochures and very expensive magnets, stay the hell out of the theatre until 5 minutes to curtain. Here’s a hint – those bells? The 3, 2 and 1 minute calls? 3 means 5. 1 means 3. When they start saying ‘tonight’s performance is about to begin’, well, that’s when you nip to the loo and beat the crowds before dashing down to your seat – just please god make sure you know where it is first.
  3. Be interval savvy. When you feel it’s getting close, take a look over your shoulder. Do you see ushers with icecream trays? If you do – well done, it’s the interval! Clock the nearest loo and GO, lest you sacrifice the entire interval. If you’re going to get a drink, order it before the show. Use that 3/5 minute call for something useful. If you’re really savvy you can get out of the theatre for 15 minutes – the Nell opposite Drury Lane, for example, do their own interval drinks so you can nip across the road and not even have to queue. Genius.

After the show:

  1. You really don’t need to go out the way you came in (unless you left something in the cloakroom. Don’t be that guy.) and I highly recommend heading straight for the nearest fire exit. It’ll take you straight out to the street and there no annoying queuing to be done.
  2. If you went to see a show with some famous peeps in it (as most have these days) and you’re not a programme signing theatre geek but still quite fancy seeing David Tennant in the flesh, find the stage door and do a hop, skip and a jump. Look up and head to the nearest pub. Actors are not too resourceful. They won’t stray far. You may have to take up smoking to have an excuse to catch a glimpse of the REALLY famous ones mind you.

And so there you have it. My advice for theatregoers everywhere. Use it wisely!

RitziCx

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CALLING ALL NEW YORKERS!

Posted on May 23, 2011 | Leave a comment

Happy Monday everyone, and what better way to start you week than by doing something amazingly awesome and supporting so struggling artistic types?

This, is Ella Grace, fabulous rocker from Avenge Vulture Attack and songstress extraordinaire, more commonly referred to as Nora on here, but that’s neither here nor there.

Ella/Nora, has written this:

Trouble has been in our lives in many incarnations for three years, the brain child of Ella/Nora and lovable yank Michael Alvarez (book writer), it’s been through workshops and readings and open rehearsals but NOW, it takes to the stage at New York’s Midtown festival. Only problem is, we have to shift a shed load of advance tickets BY THE END OF THIS WEEK.

Go to the website, listen to the music, and love it.

Here’s the blurb:

24hrs. 6 Friends…. and OMFG, so much Trouble.

Trouble – a brand new rock/pop musical is coming to New York for four days only, as part of the Midtown International Theatre Festival. A high octane tale of 6 teenagers experiencing the highs and lows of growing up. With a pulsing rock score by UK composer Ella Grace, fresh exciting choreography by Jennifer Weber and honest, moving story by book writer and director Michael Alvarez, Trouble is set to be a night to remember. Get your ticket now before they sell out!

Tickets $18/ $15 concessions. Get your ticket at the early bird price of $15 if you book before the 27th of May. (Please use the code ADVA when booking to take advantage of this offer)

www.troublethemusical.com          www.midtownfestival.org

Show Dates and Times

28th July 8.30pm

29th July 6.00pm

30th July 3.00pm

31st July 8.00pm

Venue Information

The June Havoc Theatre

Abingdon Theatre Arts Complex

312 West 36 Street

1st Floor

New York, NY 10018

The most important part here?

Get your ticket at the early bird price of $15 if you book before the 27th of May. (Please use the code ADVA when booking to take advantage of this offer)

BOOK NOW

So visit Trouble on facebook and spread the love, send this post to a friend you know in New York who likes theatre, or rock music, or getting into Trouble.

I’ll be there in July, rocking it up at the June Havoc Theatre (well, drinking excessive amounts of wine while the actors rock it up but whatever), and I will be there afterwards, and we will have one HELL of a party.

So come join me trouble makers!

RitziCx

PS – apols to my regular readers… this ain’t about sex. But I’m sure I’ll have some in New York and tell you ALL about it ;)

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I am…

Posted on November 25, 2010 | Leave a comment

…in my office. Drowning in an ocean of powerpoint slides.

Sometimes the West End is not so glamorous.

That is all.

RitziCx

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Fancy A Fuck?

Posted on November 23, 2010 | Leave a comment

“I have to say, I can’t quite work you out. You run hot and cold. So I’m just gonna lay it on the line…

Fancy a fuck? I mean, if you’re willing…

Ritzi.

Ps Unless of course you’re gay – in which case ignore me.”

BLAME MAXIE G! MAXIE G AND RIOJA! MAXIE G, RIOJA AND ICECREAM! MAXIE G, RIOJA, ICECREAM AND JUDY FRICKIN GARLAND!

So, turns out Maxie is back in Engerland for a few hours (hello First, btw, you dirty baaaaastard) and of course we managed to sneak in some wine and some culture. I dragged Maxie to see ‘End of the Rainbow’, which is bloody fabulous by the way, but not before we’d necked a bottle of the Lemon Tree’s finest throughout the half.

I tell Maxie about Dead Famous. I haven’t even told you rowdy lot about Dead Famous.

(nb, Dead Famous is not a dead version of Almost Famous. If only, my friends, if only)

Dead Famous is the West End’s most amazingly awesome Hallowe’en partay where you have to dress up as – no prizes for guessing – a dead famous person. I love Hallowe’en, always have, and have gone to this party every year since I was a mere ticket tearing minion. Now, I am so fabulous that I booked the Friday off, specifically for the purpose of getting hammered.

At Dead Famous, I met a (straight) chap who shall herein be referred to as ‘The Jockey’. The Jockey is hot, straight, works in theatre but not an actor.

The following Saturday, I toddled off to a Harry Potter party (as one does) and when I posted a pic of myself in my naughty Slytherin school girl costume, quoting god on high John Hughes in my caption; ‘being bad feels pretty good, don’t it?’(oh come on, you didn’t expect anything less of me, did you?) I got a private message on the old book of face reading;

“I want to be bad. I want to see you out of your costume ;) ”

Intriguing, no?

So I message back something equally flirtatious, wait patiently, and then… days of nothing.

A week later, I go to see the show that he works on. We’ll pretend I remembered this fact, when actually I completely forgot. That’s how showbiz I am these days, apparently. Anyway, after that I get;

“You were at *insert theatre here* tonight and you didn’t tell me?!”

Well Jockey… you didn’t shag me. So all bets are off, right?

Casual flirting. Instant messages. Fizzling out again.

Now, this is getting annoying, because at the end of the day I do actually fancy this guy and could envision quite a nice evening of sexual activities, so it’s driving me a little bit nuts that he isn’t hunting me down to shag my brains out.

That and the fact that I haven’t gotten laid since July. Four months in the year of promiscuity… but who’s counting?!?!

And that brings us back to the present. Me, Maxie, some wine, and Tracie Bennett’s tragically brilliant Judy Garland, and by the interval it seems like a really good idea to send the above message.

Three hours on… no reply. Maxie has advised 24 hours before deleting the contact and never speaking of it again.

Come the fuck on, Jockey.

Signing off with a drunken stumble,

RitziCx

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Ritzi’s Reviews : We Are One

Posted on May 1, 2010 | Leave a comment

Mark Rylance

Take a look at this lovely bloke. If you don’t know who he is, I’m sure you will pretty darn soon because he’s one of the greatest actors of his generation and the whole world is catching on.

This is Mark Rylance, who – until recently – was playing the role of Johnny ‘Rooster’ Byron in Jez Butterworth’s frickin incredible play; Jerusalem.

Now, most actors will spend their one day off in a pub somewhere, or in bed, or in front of the TV… but not our Mark. Oh no, instead, he decided to get a bunch of his ‘close friends’ together to do a little evening of poetry. Tribal poetry, to be precise.

And those friends? Oh, probably no one you’d know… Colin Firth, Julie Christie, Mackenzie Crook, Juliet Stevenson, Edward Fox, Amelia Fox, Imelda Staunton, Derek Jacobi, Gillian Anderson… the list goes on.

So did I rock up to the Apollo to watch this evening of tribal poetry? You bet your knickers I did! Only to discover, much to my chagrin, that COLIN FIRTH (love of my life… one of many) was stuck in America because of the Ashcloud (curse you Ashcloud!) so I could not moon over Darcy. Curses!

But, regardly of Colin’s disappointing absence – FYI it was also quite funny to see people who’d bought their tickets pretending to be charitable try feign indifference when Colin Firth didn’t walk out on stage – it was actually a very interesting evening.

As for Tribal Poetry… well, I still don’t know too much about it, but I did learn a heck of a lot about tribal people. Essentially, the moral of the story is, they rock. The evening seemed to be mainly based around a book of poetry called ‘We Are One’ which is well worth a look. I succumbed and bought one after I felt bad with my free ticket in my back pocket after Mark Rylance had thanked everyone for forking out so much to help Survival International. I also bought some raffle tickets. Get me!

‘The Factory’ is a youth performing arts scheme, who made up the chorus for the evening. I’m sorry but no matter how much theatre I see, I am never going to come round the idea of random people speaking over each other and interpreting text in any other way than just bloody well saying the damn words. However, when ‘The Factory’ shut the hell up, some high class poetry reading brought down the house.

Imelda Staunton was one highlight; her reading of Oren Lyons’ ‘We went to Geneva’ was beautiful, and she commanded the room so well that I even forgot what the flipping Factory were up to. Hugh Brody broadened our language horizons with his own prose; ‘Inuit words for snow’ and ‘The sound of human beings’ which made me blush at my feeble attempts at high school french when there are so many thousands of incredible languages in the world that are dying out every day because so few people speak them any more. Did you know there are 150 sounds that a human being can make, and in English we only use 50 of them? Apparently most Europeans only use about 30, which made me damn proud to be British, but the awesome tribal bloke in the little video was yakking and clicking away using 130 different sounds. Quite frankly, I regretted thousands of pounds worth of voice coach training there and then.

Which leads me onto Derek Jacobi who is – in actual fact – a total legend. He gets lead out onto the Jerusalem stage by Mackenzie Crook (bless his quirky heart) and perches on a stool and simple sits and reads; ‘Every part of this soil is sacred’ by Chief Seattle, Suquamish. Then in the second half, he stood and read ‘Lame Deer becomes a man’ by Lame Deer, Lakota, and the auditorium fell so quiet if he hadn’t been speaking you could have heard a pin drop. At the end, the audience rose as one and gave the first applause of the evening (which I think was supposed to flow seemlessly from one poem to another – not gonna happen with these greats on your stage Rylance!).

After that the pace picked up; Zoe Wanamaker with her voice like caramel truffles popped up prior to her own upcoming run in All My Sons, awesome as always, Mark Rylance gave a damn good speech about Survival International and why we should all give them our pennies, Mackenzie Crook hit a home run with his final poem and THEN…

BRUCE FRICKIN DICKENSON FROM IRON MAIDEN (along with some other blokes; Jon Lord, Ian Paice, William Lyons and Arngeir Hauksson) CAME OUT ON STAGE AND SUNG ‘JERUSALEM’ WHILE BANGING A CRAZY LOOKING TRIBAL DRUM!

It does not get better than that my friends.

I should add now that this evening took place on what might just have been the hottest day of the year so far, and Irish and I had been in Kensington Gardens all day, picnicing, sunbathing and dipping our feet in the fountain. Dressed in sundresses and beads, with our tie-died picnic blanket around our shoulders, we could not have chosen a more apt ending to our day.

So basically, I’m thinking of starting my own tribe and having a language with clicks in it. Not sure if it’ll catch on but hey. If you fancy checking out a bit more of Survival International, why not follow this handy link to their website?

http://www.survivalinternational.org/

Okies folks, I’m off to watch Enron’s matinee. More blogging this evening including (finally) the VIENNA blogs! Haha, in your FACE Ashcloud! You did not bring me down!

Ciao

RitziCx

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I Am A Subconscious Match-Making GENIUS

Posted on April 29, 2010 | Leave a comment

So last night I went to watch the wonderful Kerry Ellis in Oliver! (the exclamation mark is sadly part of the title… I wouldn’t have put it there otherwise just so’s you know)

I swiped myself a pair of freebies and asked the ether of facebook if anyone wanted to come with me, almost instantaneously, two of my gay buddies (who have never met each other) commented and began to fight it out over which one deserved the ticket more. To avoid the handbags at dawn, I promptly bagged myself another ticket and informed both Rich Boy and the Maestro that they could both come along.

It was only around the time I left the for theatre that I realised I was going out for the evening with two gay men, both of whom are single, attractive, and have decent careers.

Good lord! (I thought to myself) I have inadvertantly signed up to be a third wheel for the evening!

Hilarity ensued after the show – which was pretty good as far as thigh slapping cockney musicals go – when we cabbed it over to Soho House (lazy) and systematically drank our way through their wine list. Rich Boy, who is the one with the Soho House members card, waited for the Maestro to disappear to the bathroom before he turned to me and said;

“Tell me quickly – Maestro is gay, isn’t he?”

I scoffed, as only one with drunken memories from previous nights out burned forever into her eyelids can do, and replied with a rather nineties; “Uh… duh!”

The Maestro returned, and when Rich Boy wandered of in search of gold plated cigarettes he turned to me with EXACTLY the same question.

Seriously boys, sort your gaydar out.

So Rich Boy is going to take the Maestro out on a date. Bless. The most exciting part of my own personal evening was reading Maxie G’s latest blog on my blackberry (after receiving a text from Maxie that read: Sorry it’s late. Read. My. Blog. Xx) and then promptly dialling Vienna and screaming down the phone at the LEGENDARY woman.

I need to get me some.

Darn it, this whole ‘having a career’ thing is proving tricky to juggle with the old social life at the moment. I’ve almost forgotten what Nicole looks like. This needs recifying.

Not tonight though. For tonight… we sleep.

*BEADS FLOWERS FREEDOM HAPPINESS*

Ciao

RitziCx

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Let The Sun Shine In Everybody!

Posted on April 12, 2010 | Leave a comment

Wow wow wow!

Life has not stopped lately, in fact, I’m currently mushing together my weekend posts into this one and will have to tell you about the madness of my working day today, tomorrow! It’s all a bit crazy!

First things first everyone… HAIR opened in the Gielgud this week. I’m not even going to attempt to review the magic. Let’s put it this way – I was the teenager with the purple braided hair down to her waist, with tie-died trousers and stars on her face. Seeing Hair on stage was something I never thought would happen – and even if it did happen I was convinced that the true freedom of the sixties was so well and truly over that no one would be able to recreate it. I am glad to report: I was very wrong.

HAIR

The LIFE this show has is contagious! Everybody laughs and cheers and cries together. Everybody hugs a hippie if they get too close. EVERYBODY WANTS TO GET THEIR HANDS ON GEORGE BERGER. Including me. And I did.

Look at him… sooooooooo frickin manly and hairy! Yes please, Berger. Yes, please.

Berger

If I were you I’d right click that little beauty and save it for later.

I went to see it on Friday evening with Sneezy Kate and we went out for some drinks after (before our weekend of fun which I’ll come to in a sec) and then Irish and I went AGAIN tonight and the moment the safety rails hit the steps we were ON THAT STAGE and dancing with the gorgeous hippies for the three encores. It was amazing. We skipped through Chinatown afterwards singing and twirling the flowers that had been stuffed into our clothes while we danced!

On Saturday Sneezy and I headed up to Camden for some market style fun, and let me tell you, the stables market that was supposed to be closing? Definitely not closed! In fact, they’ve refurbished it, given it some more amazing shops and turned it into a magical magical place. I bought purple flowered harem pants. I blame a certain hippie… We also went for a quick pint in the Hawley Arms which has recovered rather well. Good cider, no Winehouse. Jolly good!

So Sunday comes, I pop over to Clapham to see Irish, and we spent the day wandering the common, drinking coffee at Schmidts, shopping on Northcote Road and drinking tea in her flat.

Isn’t it amazing how the moment the sun shines everything just get’s awesome? As Irish and I drank frappes and shared a slice of rocky road on Sunday afternoon, we looked up (from the corner of the little coffee garden we were in) and saw a girl sat on her roof terrace, painting. How frickin cool is that???

Even the stress of my working day hasn’t let clouds cross my blue blue skies! I’m so high on the hippie love right now that I’m going to have to leave the showbiz stuff til tomorrow. Today included photoshoot (with lurvely male model) and conference call with three different countries. Cripes.

Night folks!

RitziCx

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Is It Cool To Hate Andrew Lloyd Webber?

Posted on April 8, 2010 | Leave a comment

Don’t get me wrong, I think the Lord has done some pretty stupid things in his time, (*cough* Woman in White *bleurgh*) but for some reason a few blunders in the naughties have made a lot of people forget the wonder of ALW in the eighties.

Can we have a moment for Evita? Phantom of the Opera? Jesus Christ Superstar? Joseph? (apparently the most popular of his shows even though I hate it) CATS?!?

Okay okay, so he went a bit mental and produced Bombay Dreams… and we shan’t mention Woman in White any more than we have to… and he’s taken to parading his questionable mug on reality TV of late, but you can’t deny the man is a genius. Really Useful own some of the best theatres in the West End; the Palladium, the Palace, Drury Lane etc, and he’s ROLLING in it, Phantom in Coney Island stylee.

I may not like to look at his face, but I have a heck of a lot of respect for Andrew Lloyd Webber. If it wasn’t for him (and Cats, so let’s give TS Elliot a tiny bit of credit) I wouldn’t be where I am today.

So anyway, this is why I get a little bit agitated when people slag him off (not me, I do it with love) considering that they probably wouldn’t be in their jobs either without ALW. It’s an unwritten rule that pretty much anyone who’s anyone in this business has worn a RUG waistcoat and torn a few tickets at some point in their lives. This evening I caught up with NYE for a quick bite. I walked down to Covent Garden after work to meet him after his hairdressers appointment.

Foolishly, I forgot that NYE is the biggest Metro in the world and so I was waiting for ages while his stylist cut his hair follicle at a time, I swear.

We nipped into the nearest place, which happened to be a steakhouse – joy for the vegetarian – and got onto the subject of the industry. Obviously. I mean, what else do me and NYE talk about? If we didn’t we might have to cover the whole underlying sexual tension thing and nobody wants to do that! Anyway, talking about my new job and whatnot, I mentioned that in my career so far I’d encountered just about every producer worth their salt and if I stay with my current company (which I intend to do) I’ll probably get to work with all of them at some point in the next ten years, paving the way for my glorious takeover of the West End in the 20′s. Then I said the only one I hadn’t really worked with at all was Andrew Lloyd Webber. NYE responded; ‘Ugh, would you want to?’ in an incredulous tone, and then proceeded to go off on an anti Lloyd Webber rant.

Um… yes?

NYE, I love him dearly, but he runs a tiny little production company barely breaking even and works for an agent with practically no one on their books. I have no doubt that the future holds great things for him, but if he continues to diss the bigwigs he’s going to end up pissing the wrong person off.

NUMBER ONE RULE IN THE WEST END: Everyone knows EVERYONE. You have to beso careful what you say and who you say it to!

These are words of wisdom NYE. Sort it out man.

Anyhow, I’m actually in my bed now so I’m going to close my eyes and let my laptop fall to the floor. Just cleaned the house MANICALLY as Sneezey Kate (insert better name later roomie) is coming to visit this weekend and we’re going to go see hippies get naked in Hair tomorrow night.

Sweet dreams!

RitziCx

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What’s With All The Mixed Signals Menfolk?

Posted on March 30, 2010 | Leave a comment

Okay, so last night I was on my way home and while crossing the road at Charing Cross I ran into Short Shorts who was on the phone. He spotted me and waved me over with a big gorgeous smile, and in the middle of the road we said hello, quick showbiz cheek kiss, then realised we were… well… in the middle of the road. Crossing to our originally intended sides, I gave him a wave and said I’d text him later.

So I got on the train, sent a quick text saying he looked fab and we should catch up soon for that drink we never got round to having… and still I have received no reply.

Now – he could have just been being polite, but he waved me over to him and was very enthusiastic when he gushed ‘Hi babe! Wow, long time no see! You look great!’ (he’s not a gay, I promise) but this does not explain why the man would not reply to a very casual text message, especially considering how keen he has been to get down my pants in the past!

There are a few possible reasons:

1) he’s a man who works in theatre, and therefore a total moron

2) he’s got a new phone/number since the last time I saw him

3) his phone died after the show and he left his phone charger in his dressing room and hasn’t been in to charge it yet

4) he got to work and half the cast had fallen down stairs/lift shafts/off buildings and he had to play every male character and fell asleep exhausted in his dressing room

5) he doesn’t actually want to shag me I’m sorry that one’s completely ridiculous

6) a combination of the above

You see my dilema? Seriously, between us Nicole and I do attract the most irritating, mixed-signal sending, forget-to-text arseholes. I wouldn’t be so bothered if he wasn’t just so bloody attractive!

Darn it.

RitziCx

Ps, if I’m going to tick this box I need to do it soon - Maxie G already set her sights on his short shorts before she went to Vienna! If she gets back before I shag him t’will be a fight to the death… or an evening spent objectifying men over several bottles of wine. Whatever.

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I Got The Job!

Posted on March 25, 2010 | Leave a comment

Morning all, most exciting news of the entire year… I GOT THE JOB!

Essentially folks, this is my dream job. Hours are mental, work is relentless, but I just know I’m going to adore every second of it. This is a very very VERY strong step on the ladder, in fact once I get on it I think it might become a bit of an escalator for a while. But enough metaphors!

I was in my office yesterday, minding my own business, when my phone rang. You know when it’s just a number and not someone in your phone book… 0207 blah blah blah… argh! I grabbed the phone and disappeared into the corridor, answered and lo and behold, twas my new job.

Apparently, they think I am just the sort of person they need and luuuuuuurved my presentation so much they want to marry it and have it’s babies. Get in!

I spent most of yesterday afternoon in a bit of a daze, wandering about the building and thrusting my good news in everyone’s faces. Unsure of how best to celebrate, we deliberated between cocktails and cupcakes, and ended up going to Primrose Bakery for the latter, because Verve’s happy hour was overflowing a lil bit and nowhere else in Covent Garden makes a decent margarita.

Then, rather fitting for my good mood, I paid one final visit to the wonder that is Hairspray before it closes on Sunday. The cast – soon to be back in day jobs, bless em – seemed to have been struck by ‘final week fever’ and were going for it and dancing and singing their little socks off. Hairspray has always been a bloody good show, lots of wholesome family fun, a nice message and some cracking performances. It’s a real shame to see it disappear into the provinces on tour.

After Hairspray I got rained on. And then I went to a birthday party. With wet hair, nice. My main mission at said party was to make sure Nicole didn’t do anything stupid and throw herself at the bastard who broke her heart, but luckily (for me – she didn’t seem to happy about it) he didn’t show up. Unfortunately, the talent of that night may be talented in a stagey sense, but my Ensemble Bingo raydar was sadly unimpressed. I did, however, manage to pay £20 for two margaritas without realising it. Cripes. They were bloody good though – and bucket sized.

I’m off to do some tinternet browsing now… what, you didn’t expect me to do any actual work now that I’m outta here did you? Madness. With my newfound salary and job security lark, I have three main short term goals.

1) Book some bloody tickets to Vienna to go see Maxie G. (Have you read her blog yet btw?)

2) Find out what corporate rates my new job gets me at Covent Garden gyms and go and sign my ass back up.

3) Get myself one of those fancy little free netbooks with mobile broadband. So I can blog like mad en route to work, since I will actually have important things to do in the daytime pretty soon.

I should probably get going with that then, have a good day folks! Off to Avenue Q tonight, busy busy busy. Next week, I am NOT going to the theatre. I’ve been three times this week and would appreciate being in my bed before 11pm for once. Sigh.

However if any tickets for Private Lives should appear…

RitziCx

PS Anyone who read my last post, it appears PQ89 is still alive, and will return soon. Bloody good job. That is all.

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