I honestly don’t understand why I pay for this website, when I write posts about four times I year. Occasionally, I get a big boost of creativity and confidence in my ability to run a website, and that last happened in August, just after my birthday. I had a lovely post written about why I hadn’t blogged in so long – with a huge build up to the fact that me and Matt had bought a house, and we were busy in-between shows making it into our first proper home. I planned to post it at the start of September – and with that I wanted to start blogging properly again now I had the time and was free of the stress.
Instead, I’m stepping back into blogging with a little story about how I went to town to see my brother and ended up in hospital. Strap in, it’s very long, it’s very dramatic. It’s also quite descriptive, so if you’re not a fan of hospitals, needles or medical things, I’d skip this post. Just a friendly heads up. I’d still like to share some posts about my new house, even though they are now 3 months out of date, but for now it’s the hospital storytime.
This is a ramble, sorry in advance.
A while ago, I started a post about how I really wasn’t where I wanted to be in life. It was as if all my friends were growing up around me, travelling, buying houses, getting married, becoming parents, landing their dream jobs, having fun – all huge successes while I was still stuck in a rut I’d been in since leaving university. I was still in the same job, still renting a flat, still not married….and even though I was happy, it felt like a sort of lazy happiness. I was content with what I was doing but just because I couldn’t be bothered working harder to achieve more because I’d missed the point I could have been a success. Continue reading
I am an influencer’s dream. I am the target market. If you show me something enough, I will want it. Also, as paranoid as I am about the Internet spying on me, I don’t really do anything to stop it; I don’t clear my cookies, I don’t really have a look at my privacy settings and I let all my apps talk to each other – so the Internet has a pretty good idea about what I will like and what I won’t like. In fact, the Internet probably knows better than I do. I’d been watching a lot of YouTube videos where people buy the first five things advertised to them on social media (another example of the Internet knowing what I’d like, with Youtube suggesting so many to me again and again), and I quite fancied giving the Internet a proper test to see how well it knew me! My problem was, I was skint, and alone in London, so I decided to let the Internet suggest things for me that were free, and that let me down the app game route. I decided to have a play of the first five games the Internet advertised to me, regardless of what I thought of the advert. I’d accept influence from general adverts, adverts in other games that give your free game currency in return for watching and, if I was struggling, from the Google Play store. I was running out of space on both my phone and iPad, so the game had to impress me to be kept, and I struggled to get good Internet in my digs, and in work, so the game also couldn’t be too heavy on the data usage, though I knew downloading five games would be a bit of a big hit anyway. Continue reading
When I was in my final year of university, I was asked to put forward a 5-year-plan. (Coincidently, this marks my five years and I haven’t done too badly!) In the discussion, the topic of location came up – and I firmly stated I wanted to stay in the North. For me, I had enough going on in Liverpool outside of theatre world to stay; I was involved with a local rugby club I’d helped from the early days, I worked in a small studio theatre which I loved with all my heart, I had my friends and family around me, and I was working with a group of people who liked me, and I liked them. Why would I want to go elsewhere? I was happy where I was. I wasn’t planning to risk that just to say I worked in London. People seem to think that all theatre practitioners aspire to the West End, but I had no such desires. The only time I wanted to be near the West End for work was when Cursed Child was announced – and as time went on and I had to defend myself each time I had to explain why I had no desire to go to London, something inside me grew to hate the idea of working in London.