Confessions of a Struggling Actor

or as the acronym would be - PISSED...

After my trip the weekend was a bit of a blur.  I spent the bulk of Saturday drifting in and our of sleep while watching TV and DVDs with very little interest in moving at all.  I finished the little amount of herb that i had left in an effort to save as much energy as possible for Sunday's football.  I got a text saying it was cancelled and two inviting me out that night - one in town and one local.  Ithought about it (as much as I could in my clouded brain) and decided that the sensible thing to do would be to have a couple of drinks local and get back early.

As it was, I ended up getting drunk on one pint and making the beast with two backs and didn't get to sleep til 6am.  That helped my jet lag, naturally...

Sunday, I didn't rise til two (no innuendo jokes there, thank you...) and I don't remember doing very much at all, apart from worry that the girl I'd been with the night before might be looking for something more than drunken, jet-lagged fun.  I did get an early night as I wasn't too bad the next morning for work.

The rest of the week was relatively uneventful until the weekend, with only a few drinks on Tuesday, finding out that the girl from the previous weekend was not after anything substantial (innuendo denial again...) and booking my flight to see Flying Pig.  However, Friday ended up being altogether too large...

I'd went for a couple of drinks after work with colleagues as per every Friday, then went to meet Caroline, Mono, Ads and a few others who I've met through Drew and Bee and who have been staunch supporters of my performing career.  I decided to be sensible and drink red wine as I don't tend to drink it that quickly.  Sue was there and there was lots of good chat and nibbles (I had no dinner and only ended up having some nachos) though I could feel my legs getting drunk before the rest of me.  It was a warning I should have heeded.  MArk called just as we were being told to finish up and he joined a few of us for 'one more drink' which turned into 4 more cocktails.  I blame Mark...  Night bus home after going to Subway rather than a kebab.  Still tasted rank like...

I woke up Saturday with the intention of doing the following things:

Buy computer / watch the Dons at the Rob Roy / meet MacB director and producer / dinner with grant and Nicola / meet Dave (who had given me the wrong date)

Due to yet another worst-hangover-for-ten-years, I managed the following:

sleep til 12.30  /meet MacB director and producer / drink with grant and Nicola on an empty stomach / be sick in my mouth on the way to meet dave and have to go home and convalesce...

The meeting with Sam (dir) and his wife Heather (prod/lady mac) was really good - I obviously didn't say much as i was feeling less than perfect - as the ambition, scale, detail, plan for rehearsals, seriousness was all good.  top that end I have to do some research and heather (who used to train people for the MoD) is going to give me a programme to bulk up, hope fully making me look somewhere near Russell Crowe in Gladiator.  I'm very excited and ready to get fucking serious about this part - i'm even borrowing a braodsword to get the feel of what it's like to hold and live with it.

Sunday, i played footy (lost 2-0 to the top team in our div, but gave them a right good game - I would have had at least two if it wasn't for their excellent keeper) and little else.  Monday was back in work (where I seem to be out of the woods a little) and then bought a MacBook and a printer and carried it home (feeling the burn for the previous day's exertions) and last night I met Sarah, Luke and my old flatmate Kerri for drinks and dinner.  I've got 5aside tonight (and some drinks after), leaving drinks on friday, two parties on saturday and football on Sunday and then try to only drink one night a week while in London - Flying Pig doesn't count.

My body feels fucked now - OK I had the smoking last year, but the drink makes me feel worse and is way more expensive.  I'm going to be on this fitness programme anyway and have to concentrate on Banquo with rehearsals due to start soon.  if I'm good now, my holiday in July will feel even better.  Also, I have my computer to sort out now, so have other things to occupy my mind...or at least what's left of it.