Oh blimey I'm stressed, probably because the play is on in 12 days and we have 4 rehearsals in that time and I still have those "uh... line?" moments when I shouldn’t and the welsh accent strays into Punjabi (sorry Punjabi people, I know you don’t sound welsh and that’s is a clichéd observation but it helps explain my acting crap-ness of the moment).
The costume fit was good though.. I have a huge arse (in the play. durr) with a big tail and its all mottled warty dragon skin like. It looks great. Made by Katy the costume designer who has piercings and nice eyes is half my age and of course I'm mesmerized by her, because I'm 41 and that’s' another cliché in action isn't it? Middle-aged man going gooey eyed over 20 something dyed haired facial piercings pretty woman. Sad but true. She'll get over me, it'll be tough but she’ll realise I'm unobtainable and snap out of it.
Back to stress.. Oh yeah.. I'm also stressed because I need to start thinking about my Art exhibition.. Now booked (earlier than I wanted) for May 2006. I have a vague idea of the theme/style but an already stressing that it isn't Picasso or Hockney standard so Why Bother?.. Why Bother is a theme in my life I think.. If I can’t be the best/fames/rich then why do something?
Last random thought (this fuelled by the Hoegarden down at The Riverhead).. It was nice taking Lian to the pub after the rehearsal tonight. She’s at the age (17) where I don't feel awkward having her at the same table in the pub.. She isn’t trying too hard and I'm not watching watch she drinks/says.. oh lord, she’s an adult.. When did that happen? No seriously, she was a toddler then a loud mercurial adolescent then an adult, all in too short a chunk of my finite life.
Ho hum (or is that “fee fi fo fum I smell the writings of a drunken man?”).
Dragon out.. Goodnight.