‘Its pilot season?good thing I have my license’ – Groucho MarxPosted on January 17th, 2012 by Sean in HomeIts almost that time again.. That time, when the glistening Hollywood Locomotive hops into 6th gear..massive cogs start a’ turnin.. steam starts to billow, and the platform crowds with an unending influx of bright eyed hopefuls from every walk of life..hoping to catch a ride. Hugh Laurie would remember it well, he was there not too long ago.. hmm Anyway, best advice: have your hair done, dress elegantly, and jostle for position at the front, its best to get an aisle seat. Tally-Ho! If you go by the Mayan calender…sumin supposed to happen in December… In the meantime, heres hoping reality shows are finished forever, people just Go to auditions instead of entire families making a nights entertainment of it … maybe more plays like Jerusalem are mounted and ..then IQs will slowly start to rise again. I actually Have learned something in the new year...all the clips on this website load fast and are now via youTube..which is Google I understand( and if you change your password for one..it changes the other- didnt like that action). So its much faster ..yep..basically youTube is faster than having everything on your own server. Something learned. Day one. Ciao! I wish I had a million dollars.Hot dog! They dont blog or tweet. Thats the rule. ..Im told.. … OR they ARE that busy and working loads but just have no friends, so the only thing they do in their spare time is tweet and blog. Which either way you slice it – its a bit lame really.When you think about it. The whole twitter thing. I made it a point of following random strangers on twitter because I could give a fk what any celeb had for lunch or who they met or how nice their dressing room was.. ..Mine was very nice in Roma by the way. ..Fresh cut flowers everyday. ..Its in my rider Because I’m worth it. And I do actually get more of a kick reading ‘normal peoples’ tweets. Especially if they’re funny. Twitter does have one endearing feature that I do love- you can tweet something directly to someone and no matter who they are be pretty sure – they read it. heh heh. Yep Seany like dat
1. All Romans are beautiful. And have impeccable taste in scarves..and let you know it
turns out they like me so much the last time, they want me back. See? Now that’s how it should work- they like you? they ask you back. It less passive aggressive over in Italia – in fact ‘that’ character trait is looked down upon(Grazie San Giuda) and go figure! they put ability over anything else..well..that and Family connections… and… looks.. occasionally..anyway via veneto is calling Got say it,it gots to be said– Ipad2 saved my life. Maadonnn- so practical, it helped me finish off this story-board that had taken a month already. Ofcourse,it was also due to finding this app….which cost me a tenner, but hey. So thank you thank you thank you Steve Jobs. Again. WaytogoGuruSteve
The Train ride is the true story of a young girl and her sister who stowed away on a CN freight train early one morning in the middle of winter in order to travel to a neighboring town 200 Km away to find their half brother. Selina Martin’s tune takes the torch from Ms Joni Mitchell, and choo choos it all the way to Armstrong. It Is Canadiana. …Which unfortunately Canadians have lost in recent years ….Since voting in Harper and his USA lovin stormtoopers ….so a much needed dosage of it will be apprecieated
http://www.businessweek.com/ap/financialnews/D9QBD3A00.htm Here is the article its easier to follow the link. Although some critics have not been too favorable, everyone who sees it really seems to love it– I wish I didnt end up on the cutting room floor as much but what can you do— apparently a great party at the Groucho…..hmmm I am ashamed. Ashamed it took me this long to see it. For that, I accept my punishment. I blame the mainstream media..for not putting more in my face and making it an ‘absolute must see fucking priority’. (well, that and I was working last time it was on).. Like a cure or vaccine protecting us from the commercial shite clogging up the veins of the West End- this play saves. Striking, Epic and..well, damn it -Proper theatre. The Royal Court gives a great enema- thank God. The team led by the amazgagawoowoo Mark Rylance and Ian Rickson and Jez Butterworth set it up and knock it outa the park. Of course the NewYorkers fell over themselves raving- its a better class of theatre, it’s acting as an art form, it’s shakes you emotionally, it’s a bit of real magic, its the way it should be. Havent felt this since watching Kenneth Branagh’s Ivanov(twice). Simply put eveything about the night was as it should be. A main proof in its unflagging strength and ability to move and entertain us is, unlike these sad musicals that run for 2 years and lose any minute spark of what they might have possessed, this production is like a reinforced caravan site- its there and it still fucking rivets. I do believe in Giants I do believe in Giants I do believe in Giants I DO I DO I DO Now, it need be established that Elton John provided a soundtrack for the very early period of my life…lets say Act I..scenes 4-7. Credit must be given to my parents who were pretty young and hip at the time of my ‘arrival’. I made a great entrance btw..but thats another story. Back in the day radio played a much bigger role, as did the record player, and it wasn’t uncommon for my folks to have a ‘party’ of a Saturday night. The standard of parenting was a bit more relaxed, and never mind babysitters- if there were kids, they were usually brought along,and piled into the room with the coats and given the challenge of trying to fall asleep. Never an easy task..as the parties were usually loud and sounded euphoric. Music is an amazing memory drug though. It has that ability to take us back to a specific time instantaneously- well for me it does. So there are a good few vivid memories..mostly me on a pile of coats, either in our apartment or someone elses and bopping around hearing everyone sing the words to Dont go Breakin my Heart. Good times had b’ all
So fast forward to filming series 4 of Lead Balloon and the scenes in the ‘Bargain Channel’– we were in that hard to find and usually very empty London Studio in Teddington, and there was, in the main hallway, a massive black yamaha grand piano. Now Ive always assumed that -ya know, Steinways, were the bees knees, but- I couldnt believe the sound coming off this lady…and because it was in the hallway at the bottom of a big staircase, the acoustics made it sound like you were a concert pianist just playing scales. So, it was brilliant, when I wasn’t needed on set, I was in the hallway practicing, like an hour here and an hour there. Again, the sound was astonishing. Two months later I discovered they also used those studios to film ‘A Night with’Piers Morgans interview shows, and didn’t I happened to catch the one with Elton John? He was giving a great interview and then as he started playing a song the camera pulled back to reveal a black yamaha grand, who we found out later he calls Nina.. Nina was the Yamaha sittin in the hallway waiting to be picked up that week.. no wonder she sounded so good.. |






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