As of midnight tonight on the internet and Freeview channel 717, and tomorrow at 8am via DAB radio and Sky… I will be presenting a four hour radio slot on Oneword Radio!
This four hour slot will be heard at Midnight to 4am, 8am to Midday and 4pm to 8pm every day. It is a mix of audio books, plays, poetry and interviews.
Go to Oneword for more details.
Monday, October 31, 2005
Sunday, October 30, 2005
All About Me!
Julie tagged me with this meme, so here it is.
Three screen names that you've had: Biddy, Pumpkinwhiskers, BidBod.
Three things you like about yourself: My voice, my chest ;-) and my bounce.
Three things you don't like about yourself: My feet. My obsessiveness. My untidiness
Three parts of your heritage: Scouse, Irish Catholic, Irish Protestant.
Three things that scare you: Being out of control. Heights. Being in love.
Three of your everyday essentials: Tea. Food. Too many pillows.
Three things you are wearing right now: A new silver necklace with lovely little charms. Black. Contact Lenses
Three of your favorite songs: Escape (The Pina Colada Song), Rupert Holmes. Redheaded Stranger, Willie Nelson. Sweet Home Alabama, Lynnrd Skynnrd.
Three things you want in a relationship: Passion, Humour, Brains.
Two truths and a lie: I collect walking sticks. I've been to the top of St Paul's Cathedral. I've met Grace Jones.
Three things you can't live without: Friends. Books. Music.
Three places you want to go on vacation: Nashville. New Zealand. New York (again)
Three things you just can't do: Roll my tongue, like Sting, eat fish.
Three kids' names: Oliver, Esme, Eoin.
Three things you want to do before you die: Go to Nashville, finish a writing a novel, have my own Country music show.
Three celeb crushes: Kenny Chesney, Jamie Bamber and Mr West (please see previous post to know how upsetting it has all been!)
Three of your favorite musicians: Willie Nelson, John Prine, Tom Lehrer.
Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to you: Neck, hands, legs.
Three of your favorite hobbies: Hiking. Reading. Skiing.
Three things you really want to do badly right now: See some friends. Finish off my CV. Eat... NOW!!
Three careers you're considering/you've considered: Writer, radio presenter, astronaut.
Three ways that you are stereotypically a boy: Love pointless trivial facts. Spend too much money on DVDs of strange sci-fi TV shows. I can read maps.
Three ways that you are stereotypically a girl: I love frivolous girls nights out/in. I love shiny jewels. Heaven is a hot bath with a good book and chocolate.
Three people that I would like to see post this meme: KateH, Michelle, Donna
Three screen names that you've had: Biddy, Pumpkinwhiskers, BidBod.
Three things you like about yourself: My voice, my chest ;-) and my bounce.
Three things you don't like about yourself: My feet. My obsessiveness. My untidiness
Three parts of your heritage: Scouse, Irish Catholic, Irish Protestant.
Three things that scare you: Being out of control. Heights. Being in love.
Three of your everyday essentials: Tea. Food. Too many pillows.
Three things you are wearing right now: A new silver necklace with lovely little charms. Black. Contact Lenses
Three of your favorite songs: Escape (The Pina Colada Song), Rupert Holmes. Redheaded Stranger, Willie Nelson. Sweet Home Alabama, Lynnrd Skynnrd.
Three things you want in a relationship: Passion, Humour, Brains.
Two truths and a lie: I collect walking sticks. I've been to the top of St Paul's Cathedral. I've met Grace Jones.
Three things you can't live without: Friends. Books. Music.
Three places you want to go on vacation: Nashville. New Zealand. New York (again)
Three things you just can't do: Roll my tongue, like Sting, eat fish.
Three kids' names: Oliver, Esme, Eoin.
Three things you want to do before you die: Go to Nashville, finish a writing a novel, have my own Country music show.
Three celeb crushes: Kenny Chesney, Jamie Bamber and Mr West (please see previous post to know how upsetting it has all been!)
Three of your favorite musicians: Willie Nelson, John Prine, Tom Lehrer.
Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to you: Neck, hands, legs.
Three of your favorite hobbies: Hiking. Reading. Skiing.
Three things you really want to do badly right now: See some friends. Finish off my CV. Eat... NOW!!
Three careers you're considering/you've considered: Writer, radio presenter, astronaut.
Three ways that you are stereotypically a boy: Love pointless trivial facts. Spend too much money on DVDs of strange sci-fi TV shows. I can read maps.
Three ways that you are stereotypically a girl: I love frivolous girls nights out/in. I love shiny jewels. Heaven is a hot bath with a good book and chocolate.
Three people that I would like to see post this meme: KateH, Michelle, Donna
The Samuel West Debacle
Thursday was the day I was going to Sheffield and as part of the trip I was off to The Crucible to see Mr Sam West in 'Much Ado About Nothing'.
I was excited. After all he is one of my favourite actors as well as being extremely easy on the eye. Mr West also had the great privilege of being the man I based my first hero on. Admittedly this hero is now languishing at the bottom of a drawer "resting". But hey, Sam's an actor! He should be used to that.
7pm found me in the bar at the theatre having a sneaky vodka and tonic before curtain up and checking out the programme. A young blonde boy (well mid twenties but very young) asked to read said programme. We got to chatting and it turned out he was a friend of a member of the cast and was up to see him. We agreed to meet at the interval.
I settled into my seat for the performance and found myself falling under the spell of the theatre. And then there he was. Dodgy 'tash and all. Samuel West. In uniform. And acting the rest of the cast of the stage. Speaking the lines like it was easy conversation, no Shakespeare declaiming here. I might have started to drool.
By the interval I was starting to become a little bit of a mess. Nothing like someone doing something really well and looking good at the same time to make my hormones go a little haywire. Another vodka and tonic was obviously called for. My kind new friend Matthew obliged and we cursed Mr West's talent.
On to the second half. The dodgy 'tash has gone. He was GOOD!
By the time the curtain came down I am definitely in need of a calming drink. Back to the bar to meet Matthew and wait for his mate. I realise I'm now in the position to be introduced to Mr West. I start to become a little fuzzy.
Matthew's friend, Jeremy is cool. We complimented him on his performance (whch was good). When suddenly he's there. Hair wet from a shower and falling in little ringlets. What had we been talking about?? I take a large slug of drink and pretend to be cool.
Twenty minutes later with much pushing by Jeremy and Matthew, I introduce myself. This is when I realise I haven't actually thought this through.
1) I don't know what I am going to say
2) I'm not asking for an autograph so can't use that
3) I might have had a tad too much vodka
4) I very tired
5) I AM AN IDIOT!!
I introduce myself, say how much I Like the play and then I should have just left it like that. But I am a an idiot. I start some awful rabbling something or other about his audio book being one Oneword next month. I can see the fear in his eyes. I can see the look that says... "Who is this freak?"
Do I leave? Do I apologise for being a blithering idiot?
NO!
Like some sort of car accident that you can see happening in slow motion, I just dig myself deeper and deeper.
At this point he is looking desperately for an escape.
I am beginning to glow like a beacon as the true horror of what I have been doing dawns on me.
Somehow I mumble something and walk off. I might have been in the middle of a sentence at the time. I get back to the table, down my drink and wait for the earth to open under me and take me down.
I feel sick. What an IDIOT!!
Ten minutes later Jeremy and Matthew ask if I'd like to join the rest of the cast for what looks like a drinking session. I realise that Sam would also be there. I couldn't. My mortification was already too great. If I stayed I would make an even bigger fool of myself.
I excused myself and wandered back to the hotel cursing myself all the way.
Obviously I should never meet any of heroes... Now everytime I think of Sam West I can see this dawning look of horror in his eyes and the panicked cornered body language of someone desperate for escape.
Bugger.
I was excited. After all he is one of my favourite actors as well as being extremely easy on the eye. Mr West also had the great privilege of being the man I based my first hero on. Admittedly this hero is now languishing at the bottom of a drawer "resting". But hey, Sam's an actor! He should be used to that.
7pm found me in the bar at the theatre having a sneaky vodka and tonic before curtain up and checking out the programme. A young blonde boy (well mid twenties but very young) asked to read said programme. We got to chatting and it turned out he was a friend of a member of the cast and was up to see him. We agreed to meet at the interval.
I settled into my seat for the performance and found myself falling under the spell of the theatre. And then there he was. Dodgy 'tash and all. Samuel West. In uniform. And acting the rest of the cast of the stage. Speaking the lines like it was easy conversation, no Shakespeare declaiming here. I might have started to drool.
By the interval I was starting to become a little bit of a mess. Nothing like someone doing something really well and looking good at the same time to make my hormones go a little haywire. Another vodka and tonic was obviously called for. My kind new friend Matthew obliged and we cursed Mr West's talent.
On to the second half. The dodgy 'tash has gone. He was GOOD!
By the time the curtain came down I am definitely in need of a calming drink. Back to the bar to meet Matthew and wait for his mate. I realise I'm now in the position to be introduced to Mr West. I start to become a little fuzzy.
Matthew's friend, Jeremy is cool. We complimented him on his performance (whch was good). When suddenly he's there. Hair wet from a shower and falling in little ringlets. What had we been talking about?? I take a large slug of drink and pretend to be cool.
Twenty minutes later with much pushing by Jeremy and Matthew, I introduce myself. This is when I realise I haven't actually thought this through.
1) I don't know what I am going to say
2) I'm not asking for an autograph so can't use that
3) I might have had a tad too much vodka
4) I very tired
5) I AM AN IDIOT!!
I introduce myself, say how much I Like the play and then I should have just left it like that. But I am a an idiot. I start some awful rabbling something or other about his audio book being one Oneword next month. I can see the fear in his eyes. I can see the look that says... "Who is this freak?"
Do I leave? Do I apologise for being a blithering idiot?
NO!
Like some sort of car accident that you can see happening in slow motion, I just dig myself deeper and deeper.
At this point he is looking desperately for an escape.
I am beginning to glow like a beacon as the true horror of what I have been doing dawns on me.
Somehow I mumble something and walk off. I might have been in the middle of a sentence at the time. I get back to the table, down my drink and wait for the earth to open under me and take me down.
I feel sick. What an IDIOT!!
Ten minutes later Jeremy and Matthew ask if I'd like to join the rest of the cast for what looks like a drinking session. I realise that Sam would also be there. I couldn't. My mortification was already too great. If I stayed I would make an even bigger fool of myself.
I excused myself and wandered back to the hotel cursing myself all the way.
Obviously I should never meet any of heroes... Now everytime I think of Sam West I can see this dawning look of horror in his eyes and the panicked cornered body language of someone desperate for escape.
Bugger.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
And I Wanted To Be A Grown Up? Why?
I knew that October was going to be a "difficult" month in terms of workload and general stuff happening but it just gotten a little much.
The dark mornings are making getting up increasingly more difficult and I could work 24/7 and still not get everything done.
Oh well soon it will be November... mind you that is shaping up to be pretty busy as well.
But mustn't forget to keep up with the gym and the running. I ran the Nike 10K Run London on Sunday in 57 minutes and 49 seconds... GO ME!!
Still I really am not sure why I wanted to be a grown up *sigh*
The dark mornings are making getting up increasingly more difficult and I could work 24/7 and still not get everything done.
Oh well soon it will be November... mind you that is shaping up to be pretty busy as well.
But mustn't forget to keep up with the gym and the running. I ran the Nike 10K Run London on Sunday in 57 minutes and 49 seconds... GO ME!!
Still I really am not sure why I wanted to be a grown up *sigh*
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Hello, You Are Listening To...
Today was the second recording session for the radio. It was difficult to go in cold and read five voice pieces for fifteen books. Tongue twisters et al. Lots of fluffing and re-reads but I got it done in about an hour and a half.
Monday and Tuesday this week I have been on a Voice Over course... fun but also tiring. Ended up having to do some acting and character voices which I hadn't done before but had great feedback.
Next step is a good picture and ten line biography for the website. Another two recording sessions before the refresh date on 1st November.
Blimey! I really am a radio presenter!
Monday and Tuesday this week I have been on a Voice Over course... fun but also tiring. Ended up having to do some acting and character voices which I hadn't done before but had great feedback.
Next step is a good picture and ten line biography for the website. Another two recording sessions before the refresh date on 1st November.
Blimey! I really am a radio presenter!
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
WOW!! Who Turned The Volume Up?
Ears are now cleared of what can only be described as... GUNK!
After about a week of impairment, one ear cleared itself after much use of Boots own earwax remover. The other just refused to move. In fact it just blocked up more. So yesterday morning myself and my gunk took ourselves to the nurse at the surgery. She brandished her water pik and the gunk quailed. Although it hung on with all it had eventually it was vanquished.
I can now hear EVERYTHING! I can hear my skin rubbing against itself, I can hear my clothes brushing against anything. Who knew how loud the keys were on my keyboard? I think I need earplugs...
After about a week of impairment, one ear cleared itself after much use of Boots own earwax remover. The other just refused to move. In fact it just blocked up more. So yesterday morning myself and my gunk took ourselves to the nurse at the surgery. She brandished her water pik and the gunk quailed. Although it hung on with all it had eventually it was vanquished.
I can now hear EVERYTHING! I can hear my skin rubbing against itself, I can hear my clothes brushing against anything. Who knew how loud the keys were on my keyboard? I think I need earplugs...
Sunday, October 02, 2005
The Week Ahead
Off to the wilds of the Midlands for the week. I will probably be checking in now and then... but I have just found out the hotel has a gym and a spa!!Wooooooooooo!!
That has to make up for the actual work.
That has to make up for the actual work.
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