Life, And Other Natural Disasters...

 ... or anyway, a little bit of aural silliness I was involved in last month that was broadcast on Progress FM.

Robin's Major Oak

BTW, I am the narrator, Friar Tuck, peasant number two and The Sheriff of Nottingham.

I have just called rock_bear several rude names.  All will (hopefully) be revealed in his next posting...

Formal confirmation that I now have an agent can be found here...  Interestingly, the same agency represents the voice of K-9...

Right now, I should be filling boxes ready for The Big Move.  Okay, I've filled one or two, but my heart isn't in it this morning.  Maybe once I've sorted out storage space, I might have more impetus.

Anyway, yesterday I went to a workshop organised by one of the extras agencies I've signed up with.  Basically, it involved being split into groups of five people and improvising a situation specified by the organisers - we had to move around the room and perform different pieces every 20 minutes or so.  Naturally, I gravitated towards the group with the one other cute furry individual.  We started off with a "breaking bad news scenario", followed by a reunion scenario then a "trapped on a tube train" scenario.  Of course, I played the freak out part in that last scenario;  grabbing my knees, rocking from side to side and rambling incoherently.  Apparently, it's what I do best...

So, this is what came of my photo session on Thursday...

"You should put how you feel in your LiveJournal" (or words to that effect) said rock_bear.
"But I don't want to sound like a whine-y bitch" I replied.
"Everyone else does" came the reply.

Yeah, life isn't sunshine and roses at the moment.  I went to the doc's this morning and was signed off work again for a week, and a wad of prescriptions to be filled.  I still daren't  move too far away from the nearest lavatory, and my mood swings from crappy to sickly-cheerful to Eeyore-gloomy.  I still haven't come to a decision on my escape plan - possibly because I don't want to be criticised for doing something in haste.  There are some possible bright spots if I can get my a*se off the toilet seat... which remains to be seen.

Meanwhile, I'm going to complete my application to join "The Joan Crawford School of Eyebrow Method Acting" (Principal : rock_bear)