Confessions of a Struggling Actor

Before I start, this is part online diary, part to let you guys know what I'm up to.  As ever, I'll be fairly truthful to my feelings and spout in a stream-of-conciousness manner.  There's no rhyme or reason to this - just a way to put down what's been going on as we all never seem to have the time to properly catch up these days.  With you guys now being all over the country, nay world, and the opportunities to meet getting less and less (and work getting more and more strict about sending emails) I still want to keep you up to date on what's happening in my life.  Love and respect always...   Scotty

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Man, am I tired.

Since coming back down from Xmas, it's been non-stop.  A great wedding on the 29th, a good Hogmanay with some Grampian born loons and quines, back to work on the 3rd and started rehearsals for the one man show on the same day.  I've also been putting into place my plans for the year.  It's the usual - getting fitter, indulging less, visiting friends more, pushing the acting, eating healthier, organising my life, finding true love - and so far I've been succeeding, despite the temptations of having the likes of Steve Rance and Dave Lamb down (and Dougie to come).  I've even been jogging!!  My oh my.  back playinf footy regular and amongst the goals, so LOVING that.

The one man show is going alright.  There haven't been many rehearsals - but I'm off to one in 20 mins.  Learning an hour's solid of lines is a little harder than I thought but utter sobreity helps the memory.  It's a bit full on, as Lambo will attest to, but I'm chuffed with what I getting out of it.  No cash, but hey ho.  Suffer for my art and all the malarky...

While Dave was down, we met with Simon Farquhar.  (he used to be in Centre Stage and was in red Letter Day with me)  he's got a show on in conjunction with the Royal Court.  I'd give my right arm to be in it (although that would make me wrong for the part as it calls for two arms) and was really chuffed when he remembered me and talked enthusiastically about me being involved.  He'll hopefully see my show and be impressed, but I'm trying not to count chickens.

Guinness is doing my head in.  The department is going to rack and ruin, there is no end to the work and the older guard (such as me) feel like we're being treated like children.  I'm hoping that something might come up to get me out of here soon.  Some people in other departments have mentioned that they might help me in sort term if this happens - do a few weeks helping out with anything - so wouldn't want to burn my bridges, but am so stuck here I'm just getting more and more frustrated.  But, in true Catch 22 style, I can't afford to live here without this income, so I'm stuffed either way.

Got a drunken snog this weekend but nothing will happen as she told me afterwards that she has a boyf AND a lover!!  I sure pick em!

Right, that will do for now.  Have to go and pretend to eat pigeons and have disturbing flashbacks about my mother.  (NOT real life of course...)