Confessions of a Struggling Actor

I can't hack this pace...

Wednesday saw us win handsomely at 5 a side to be one point behind the leaders with a game in hand (we play them tonight) and we celebrated with a session down the pub while watching the Liverpool game.  I wasn't too mashed, but my aching legs and general malaise on Thursday was surely down to the excess booze in my system.  Thursday night I did nothing, which in retropect was stupid as I still haven't sorted out my computer and printer yet and my room is a tip.

Friday night was a leaving do for one of our lawyers.  I was karaoke MC and didn't drink too much while still on site and realised quite how pissed the rest of my colleagues were only once we'd met at the pub.  One was my playing partner at pool and kept threatening anyone that said anything to the contrary - including me as his doubles partner.  Another asked me to do a shot and it took him an age to understand that I'd said yes (though the confusion may have come when I gave him money to also get me a Guinness) and not much later I saw him slumped against the wall barely able to speak.  Girls were shreiking, boys were talking absolute nonsense, so I took my leave.  On returning home, I played Denis at backgammon while under the influence and still made it to bed by midnight.

Saturday was possibly the culmination of the hedonistic year I've had so far.  I didn't get up til 12 (another chance to sort some of my life out missed) and sat in my dressing gown watching Football Focus and the Scotland rugby match (ouch) before heading out (after showering and dressing, natch) to a friend's engagement celebration in South London around 6.30.  It was only a house party and so it was fairly low key, though booze was flowing and I had some very good chilli.  I had Harry's birthday party to go to afterwards and was already taking Laura McT along when i received a message from my footy mate John saying that he'd been abandoned by his mates after the game and was i up to anything.  Knowing Harry wouldn't mind, I invited him too and we met at Finsbury Park and headed up.  The rest of the evening was a bit of a blur, owing to me ingesting a naughty thing, but the feeling was one of fun and laughs.  There were no awkward moments (save for the guy who looked like he belonged in a madchester band and who blanked me when i went over to intriduce myself - prick) though I didn't kiss any girls.  I fought off temptation to just go for one that liked me (that i wasn't that keen on) and ended up with John and laura crashed out on my sofas.

Me and John had football on Sunday and miraculously we both made it.  We even won 4-1 with me scoring 2 and John having a hand in all 4.  I don't think my pre-match preparation of the previous night helped that much though.  After that it was a hobble to the nearest pub (that wasn't rammed) to watch the football.  Pints were downed (as I wasn't feeling the best) but still got home before 8pm.  I then realised that the naughty herbs I'd bought the night before were left at the party, leaving me feeling worse by the minute.  A lesson to be learned, perhaps a sign?...

With that in mind, I've filled my diary with tasks to get done over the next three weeks or so.  This mainly consists of learning my lines for MacB, getting my room/files/computer sorted out, introducing the fitness programme I need to follow for Banquo and getting plenty of early nights and only drinking at weekends.  I've got some expensive looking Fridays and Saturdays coming up (poker this weekend, Aberdeen the next) so need to keep an eye on the pennies too.  My tickets and accomodation to Benicassim are now booked too, so I need to be good before that and enjoy a proper blow-out while there.