I am sitting here in glorious Leeds in a more expensive version of Weatherspoons. The current clientèle seems to be the love-children of the Benidorm cast and northern versions of members of TOWIE. All who seem to be on their stag/hen doo's. And what makes it more interesting is that the majority of this interesting species have donned their St Patrick's day Guiness hats. And I bet none of them celebrated St Georges day. Philistines.
So this is where my first gig outside of London is. In Leeds. Multicultural, intellectual Leeds. I am looking forward to seeing the reactions of the townsfolk of seeing a beautiful tranny, walking down the cobbled streets in holographic heels and a costume which the kids from Stricly Baby Disco would be jealous of. (I don't normally post links, but this programme is a MUST-SEE http://www.channel4.com/programmes/strictly-baby-disco/4od )
It's pissing it down. Great. No umbrella and now Miss Cairos mascara will run. The show will go on.
Well, the last few weeks have been interesting, and I have been constantly annoyed that I have had so many funny blogs that I could have wrote. But with out a charger I can do naff all, but think about all the things I coulda, shoulda and woulda. I haven't been as much of an extrovert as usual, and a lot of my epiphany moments have been very internal. But I have been drinking a lot.
My plans have now changed. I am not going 'travelling' per se. I shall be travelling around, but not in the sense of shedding everything, wearing linen trousers and joining a bedouin village in a kibbutz. I left drama school to feel free and young and to shed all of my routines. But dare I say, I have realised that not having a humble abode, crashing on peoples couches, whilst climbing the proverbial ladder of the performing industry, is making me feel as free as ever. I don't have to bugger of halfway round the world to 'find myself'. I can do that in London...looking in a mirror is always a good place to start.
I am enjoying earning my own wage, and appreciating that the more stuff I want to do or have, I have to work harder and make sacrifices in order for me to understand the difference of needing and wanting. I can have anything I want. Everything is completely obtainable. And if I don't work hard at something I want, I obviously don't want it that much.
My plan is as follows: Work hard, take some holidays around Europe, come back to London and get famous.
I am bored of being humble. I have never wanted fame. But right now, as a naive 20 year old, I can stop being so humble. I can work just as hard, but instead of trying to change the world, work with it to then turn it on it's head.
Not eating and drinking wine is SILLY. I ramble too much.
Bored now. Will write some more tomorrow...
Peace
