Ouch. And more ouch.
On Sunday we went paint balling as a very late birthday present for my brother (his birthday was in August just to give you an idea of the extent of the lateness. Mum's organisational skills. Pfttt.) And I have been left with a delightful array of bruises as a momento. Blue, purple, brown and greeny yellow. The whole spectrum.
It was SO much fun but my competitive streak was definitely unleashed and I can't say that it's the best part of my personality. The thing is, the guys in charge split us into two teams - one consisting solely of grown men and teenage boys, some with their own equipment, ready to destroy and defeat. Our team was predominantly made up of boys of eleven and twelve. So the outcome was pretty easy to foresee from the start.
The other team, the blues, were utter pooheads. They took no notice of the fact that the majority of our team had not yet entered puberty and proceeded to take no pity whatsoever. The rule of 'no shooting from closer than 10 feet' was ignored and the rule of 'stop shooting someone when they are already out and screaming "I'M OUT YOU IDIOTS"' was pretty much overlooked too.
At one point the Marshall made the call of cease fire. Our team lowered our weapons. The blue team, however, decided to carry on sending a shower of bullets over the fort wall. A second call of cease fire was made. And ignored again. Then, just after the Marshall shouted 'cease fire!' for the third time, I got absolutely pelted in the face by a convoy of bullets. The bullets move at 100mph. So, I will shamelessly admit, I stood up, seething and choking on a mouthful of paint, and shouted "CEASE FIRE MOTHERF*CKERS". As I said...not the best side of my personality...
Anyway, the day was lots of fun and a good work out too but I would strongly recommend that you try to avoid fat, smelly men who will insist on shooting you at point blank and behaving as if they believe they are truly fighting for Queen and country. Jeez Louise.
xxx
Monday 26 May 2008
Saturday 17 May 2008
A Streetcar Named...satisfaction
HAH. What a cheesy headline. I should write for a trashy newspaper.
Last night I went to see 'A Streetcar Named Desire' at the Nuffield Theatre with school. I totally enjoyed it and I was impressed with almost every aspect. It was met with some mixed reactions from my class but I think people were a bit harsh on the cast and designers simply 'cos our expectations were too high. Some of us were expecting performances to rival Vivien Leigh and Marlon Brando but those two were so perfect for the roles and such legends that I don't think anyone will ever live up to them.
The set was really good considering it had to incorporate the outside, upstairs, and downstairs of the little flat in New Orleans. But...Blanche was brunette. It took us a good half hour to get our heads round that'un. It seemed to contradict Williams image of her. In his stage directions she is described as a moth, white, pure, fragile, dressed head to toe in white. The director pretty much ignored all of that and dressed her in a tailored outfit on her first entrance which, instead of enhancing her delicacy, made her seem harsh and angular.
Stanley, Blanche and Stella were all fantastic, despite a few lapses in their accents. I absolutely love the play because it's so full of passion and, inevitably, desire. In the audience there was an annoying group of people who decided that watching a woman being destroyed and violated and watching a man struggle with his fury was absolutely hilarious. They actually laughed. Out loud. Idiots.
Exams are rubbish. Someone should call up that lot up in the houses of common and ask them to abolish exams altogether. Only one thing is saving my sanity at the moment - the prospect of being able to retake them all in January! Ha.
Hugs all round
Last night I went to see 'A Streetcar Named Desire' at the Nuffield Theatre with school. I totally enjoyed it and I was impressed with almost every aspect. It was met with some mixed reactions from my class but I think people were a bit harsh on the cast and designers simply 'cos our expectations were too high. Some of us were expecting performances to rival Vivien Leigh and Marlon Brando but those two were so perfect for the roles and such legends that I don't think anyone will ever live up to them.
The set was really good considering it had to incorporate the outside, upstairs, and downstairs of the little flat in New Orleans. But...Blanche was brunette. It took us a good half hour to get our heads round that'un. It seemed to contradict Williams image of her. In his stage directions she is described as a moth, white, pure, fragile, dressed head to toe in white. The director pretty much ignored all of that and dressed her in a tailored outfit on her first entrance which, instead of enhancing her delicacy, made her seem harsh and angular.
Stanley, Blanche and Stella were all fantastic, despite a few lapses in their accents. I absolutely love the play because it's so full of passion and, inevitably, desire. In the audience there was an annoying group of people who decided that watching a woman being destroyed and violated and watching a man struggle with his fury was absolutely hilarious. They actually laughed. Out loud. Idiots.
Exams are rubbish. Someone should call up that lot up in the houses of common and ask them to abolish exams altogether. Only one thing is saving my sanity at the moment - the prospect of being able to retake them all in January! Ha.
Hugs all round
Monday 5 May 2008
Ouch of the Brain variety.
There are far far far too many things happening at the moment.
I shall list them to emphasize my point:
1) AS level exams starting in a week. Oh dear.
2) Driving lessons. Although they've fizzled out slightly due to lack of funds
3) A new job at the Bosham Inn. I need the dosh rather badly.
4) I'm in the lovely Scotsman's play!! That is very exciting.
5) My Spanish oral exam is on Thursday. I should probably learn that.
6) Preparation for the Edinburgh Festival. I am playing Francipante. Cool.
7) Splitting time between la mamma, la papa and the ill grandmammas. If I was very rich I'd put all my relatives in one huge mansion so that I'd be able to see them all lots.
It doesn't sound like that much but put it into context, (I am unorganized and useless and a bit scatty) and I think you'll find that this amount of busyness is a recipe for disaster.
Moving on to my next random thought. I was trying to practice writing essays about Stanislavski for my drama exam. I am aware that, to a great many people, he was revolutionary and pioneering and made theatre what it is today. But he was a bit of a pretentious old sod wasn't he. I mean, I think all of his techniques make a lot of sense - he cleared the way for realism and sincerity of emotion on stage and an empathetic audience. But how on earth he managed to repeat himself and waffle on enough to stretch his principles across 3 books is a complete wonder. This led, almost inevitably, to my essays all being of the same nature: blundering and repetitive. Hmmmm, I think perhaps some more revision is in order.
What else is new? Well, I am currently excited for my Cowboy because he is doing an Open University course on photography. Hopefully it will help him open some new doors and nice things like that. I will be there to give him a little push over the threshold too because I don't want him to miss any opportunity - that photographering malarkey is a competitive business y'know!
And here's something VERY exciting! I am going to Glastomaberryyyyy. I am most excited about this. I have compiled a list of things I must aquire if the weekend is to be perfect such as: A nice straw hat, lots of hippy bangles, some hair clips shaped like daisies, baby wipes (in excess) and a poncho. If anyone knows where such items can be aquired I would be most grateful. Ta.
Over and out. I s'pose.
I shall list them to emphasize my point:
1) AS level exams starting in a week. Oh dear.
2) Driving lessons. Although they've fizzled out slightly due to lack of funds
3) A new job at the Bosham Inn. I need the dosh rather badly.
4) I'm in the lovely Scotsman's play!! That is very exciting.
5) My Spanish oral exam is on Thursday. I should probably learn that.
6) Preparation for the Edinburgh Festival. I am playing Francipante. Cool.
7) Splitting time between la mamma, la papa and the ill grandmammas. If I was very rich I'd put all my relatives in one huge mansion so that I'd be able to see them all lots.
It doesn't sound like that much but put it into context, (I am unorganized and useless and a bit scatty) and I think you'll find that this amount of busyness is a recipe for disaster.
Moving on to my next random thought. I was trying to practice writing essays about Stanislavski for my drama exam. I am aware that, to a great many people, he was revolutionary and pioneering and made theatre what it is today. But he was a bit of a pretentious old sod wasn't he. I mean, I think all of his techniques make a lot of sense - he cleared the way for realism and sincerity of emotion on stage and an empathetic audience. But how on earth he managed to repeat himself and waffle on enough to stretch his principles across 3 books is a complete wonder. This led, almost inevitably, to my essays all being of the same nature: blundering and repetitive. Hmmmm, I think perhaps some more revision is in order.
What else is new? Well, I am currently excited for my Cowboy because he is doing an Open University course on photography. Hopefully it will help him open some new doors and nice things like that. I will be there to give him a little push over the threshold too because I don't want him to miss any opportunity - that photographering malarkey is a competitive business y'know!
And here's something VERY exciting! I am going to Glastomaberryyyyy. I am most excited about this. I have compiled a list of things I must aquire if the weekend is to be perfect such as: A nice straw hat, lots of hippy bangles, some hair clips shaped like daisies, baby wipes (in excess) and a poncho. If anyone knows where such items can be aquired I would be most grateful. Ta.
Over and out. I s'pose.
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