The Ice Cream Girl
Every day is sundae...
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Monday, 3 September 2007
Seething, I am...
Seething. 5pm Friday had en e-mail from a pathetic excuse of a planner which encapsulates all the petty beaurocratic snotty nosed crap that defines the way which this dear country blunders from one disaster to another. Its not a matter of who is in Government, its as bad whoever is in, its more to do with people not realising that their presence on this earth does make a difference, and that if they do nothing it has a real negative impact on those attempting to make this world better. So I got him in a corner and gave him one telephonic seeing to that he will not be forgetting for some time. Right THATS off my chest, now to more pleasant matters...
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Soothed by Mrs Jackanapes administrations-I will return the favour sometime, I can concentrate now on higher matters, namely the epic production of "Fern the Green Fairy" at Blue Towers which premiered this weekennd.
This was an awesome production, created in the confined spaces of a cardboard box with the front cut out, trees stuck on the front, backdrop to the rear. Lighting comprising torches set into the side of the box, and green Christmas lights round the outside. The characters consisted of pictures photocopied out of the book (go on, sue me!) and carefully stuck onto pink and yellow straws. No attention to detail was left unsullied.
Little Miss Blue said I could be director if I paid her £85. When I said she could stuff it, she announced the fact that that option would cost me double. She definitely suffered from Producer's nerves an hour before the premier, needing a sit on her Dad's lap and a quick intravenous feed of hot chocolate- just wait till I release her on the unsuspecting planning fraternity-revenge is so sweet!!!.
The premier occurred 3pm yesterday afternoon, with June our neighbour, otherwise known as the "Fairy at the Bottom of the Garden" being invited (she wasnt even charged! a serious ommission on behalf of the theatre management),tea with egg mayonnaise sandwiches and chocolate cake served before the performance and during the interval-on the best china of course.
Yes, there were those who let the side down. Fluffy the Squirrel (the ASBO of the fairy world) became so excited when Fern climbed onto her back and ruffled his fur that he managed to cause structural damage to the theatre structure, dislodging the fairy lights in doing so. The maintenance team had to restrain him before he started gnawing on the electrics. They only suffered a couple of bites on the hand by the little blighter which were attended to by the St John's Ambulance Brigade, and now he is safely incarcerated in a straight jacket. ( makes note to ask Mrs Jackanapes if she has any novel recipies involving cooked squirrel).
And the highlight-well it had to be when the fireworks started. Those little lights have never been turned on and off so fast, and the aural effects were truly deafening
Who said don't work with children and animals....?
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Soothed by Mrs Jackanapes administrations-I will return the favour sometime, I can concentrate now on higher matters, namely the epic production of "Fern the Green Fairy" at Blue Towers which premiered this weekennd.
This was an awesome production, created in the confined spaces of a cardboard box with the front cut out, trees stuck on the front, backdrop to the rear. Lighting comprising torches set into the side of the box, and green Christmas lights round the outside. The characters consisted of pictures photocopied out of the book (go on, sue me!) and carefully stuck onto pink and yellow straws. No attention to detail was left unsullied.
Little Miss Blue said I could be director if I paid her £85. When I said she could stuff it, she announced the fact that that option would cost me double. She definitely suffered from Producer's nerves an hour before the premier, needing a sit on her Dad's lap and a quick intravenous feed of hot chocolate- just wait till I release her on the unsuspecting planning fraternity-revenge is so sweet!!!.
The premier occurred 3pm yesterday afternoon, with June our neighbour, otherwise known as the "Fairy at the Bottom of the Garden" being invited (she wasnt even charged! a serious ommission on behalf of the theatre management),tea with egg mayonnaise sandwiches and chocolate cake served before the performance and during the interval-on the best china of course.
Yes, there were those who let the side down. Fluffy the Squirrel (the ASBO of the fairy world) became so excited when Fern climbed onto her back and ruffled his fur that he managed to cause structural damage to the theatre structure, dislodging the fairy lights in doing so. The maintenance team had to restrain him before he started gnawing on the electrics. They only suffered a couple of bites on the hand by the little blighter which were attended to by the St John's Ambulance Brigade, and now he is safely incarcerated in a straight jacket. ( makes note to ask Mrs Jackanapes if she has any novel recipies involving cooked squirrel).
And the highlight-well it had to be when the fireworks started. Those little lights have never been turned on and off so fast, and the aural effects were truly deafening
Who said don't work with children and animals....?
Thursday, 30 August 2007
Back down to earth
So here we are again, back down to earth, in the saddle, and feeling like I'm coming back for a rest. The outfit was a raving success, judged by the level of panic in peoples eyes as I approached them.
Of course I couldn't possibly comment on any aspects of the party on Saturday night, about being caught in a compromising position by both my sister in laws dressed as the Gemini Twins (if you don't know them then that is your homework), touching base with a fellow school mate, the only other male in fancy dress dressed as Blowfeldt (spelling!), complete with cuddly persian cat and cigarette holder, and looking suspiciously like Mimimee in Goldmember, which led to some very good photography between ourselves.
Neither can I comment from the fact that the dog went for the drummer in the brass band in mid performance, sending musicians, music and music stands flying, and the threat of strike action by the whole band, nor that the police had to be called due to the excessive noise, nor of the purloining of wheelchairs of the more elderly party goers for joy riding down the lane, nor of the rampant gambling.
But the difficult thing managing different people's expectations. One person will hold that their way of making a Pimm's is sacrosanct, just as much as another person holds that theirs is. So when you are doing it your way, and two other people want it done their way, I do get tempted to tell them to shove the strawberry and the straw where the sun won't ever shine again.
Parties should be about fun, and friendship, about swearing undying love to a poor bugger you have never set eyes on, and playing football, or draughts, or more intimate games with those that you swore the same thing with last time. Life is far to short to worry about how to make Pimm's. There are far more exciting things to make anyway!
The big downside is that the pictures got deleted off the camera. Though they are saved on my sisters laptop, it will be a few days before they surface, if she ever lets me ever have them....
Of course I couldn't possibly comment on any aspects of the party on Saturday night, about being caught in a compromising position by both my sister in laws dressed as the Gemini Twins (if you don't know them then that is your homework), touching base with a fellow school mate, the only other male in fancy dress dressed as Blowfeldt (spelling!), complete with cuddly persian cat and cigarette holder, and looking suspiciously like Mimimee in Goldmember, which led to some very good photography between ourselves.
Neither can I comment from the fact that the dog went for the drummer in the brass band in mid performance, sending musicians, music and music stands flying, and the threat of strike action by the whole band, nor that the police had to be called due to the excessive noise, nor of the purloining of wheelchairs of the more elderly party goers for joy riding down the lane, nor of the rampant gambling.
But the difficult thing managing different people's expectations. One person will hold that their way of making a Pimm's is sacrosanct, just as much as another person holds that theirs is. So when you are doing it your way, and two other people want it done their way, I do get tempted to tell them to shove the strawberry and the straw where the sun won't ever shine again.
Parties should be about fun, and friendship, about swearing undying love to a poor bugger you have never set eyes on, and playing football, or draughts, or more intimate games with those that you swore the same thing with last time. Life is far to short to worry about how to make Pimm's. There are far more exciting things to make anyway!
The big downside is that the pictures got deleted off the camera. Though they are saved on my sisters laptop, it will be a few days before they surface, if she ever lets me ever have them....
Friday, 24 August 2007
The revolving building
The video of the circle of the building rotating is real, not a computer image, I have no idea how he did it, except he must have had a great wheel inside the building! and it cost £450,000, which is a lot of rice pudding.
The image above is of a small installation I helped the artist with, where a doorway slid back and forth through a room...Good night!
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