Mumbling a Monologue

So as many of you may know I am currently working freelance because of the slightly chaotic lifestyle that comes out of trying to find work as an actor. Full time work isn’t really an option at the moment (although it is a comfort that the offers have been fairly forthcoming), because auditions have to take priority at the drop of a hat, and I don’t want to have a phone call with any boss that goes something like ‘Hi…I’m not coming in today…because…I’m an actOR’. Not my style. So the freelance lifestyle is something I am getting used to, albeit slowly. It’s work that comes in dribs and drabs, so the Monday just gone I looked at my empty diary and was thinking up ways to fill my time productively, by writing, practicing self-taping etc. etc. But, then the phone goes, the e-mails fire and suddenly I’m manically busy! And this week not only with ‘proper’ work, but an audition too!

This audition was admittedly very laid-back, but it was a great chance to perform an infamous monologue I wrote (entitled ‘A Waitrose Erotic Fiction’). I said the words, the people laughed - what more can you ask for? And of course aside from work work and acting work, there’s also plenty of play. This weekend sees a short sabbatical to Datchet with the delectable Miss Barnetson, and next week brings more festive gatherings, friendly catch-ups and even a party or two. So. Much. Food. And drink. That’s what Christmas is all about though, isn’t it? I spend almost the whole month of December (and even most of November) giving my mum’s Christmas cake a ceremonial sniff every week or so when she tops it up with cherry brandy. I cannot wait for the first slice!

But until then I have work work work and play play play to keep me busy busy busy! Hurrah (better to be too busy than twiddling my thumbs)!