Rainbow What?!?!

I Need to be Dazzling

Sal has succumbed to her undying love of matching her socks to the print of her outfit to the tips of her nails to her studs and necklace. Why? Because I'm fricken Eva Peron, that's why, and I sing lyrics such as "I need to be dazzling" and "I have to be rainbow high". Rainbow what?!?! What a peculiar woman!

Well, being this odd woman is empowering, and I have so much fun onstage.

I've just made an audio clip of my rendition... but I feel it should be kept private for now; if you'd like a listen, give me a shout, and I'll send it over! This past week, we met the band and we heard the arrangements, and our jaws dropped. Even "Stiff Jaw Sally" stood agape, dancing with eager excitement amidst her song.

Ben (in red) Tries to Scare the Other Musicians by Hiding in His Jumper.
Nobody Noticed.

Life in General

Things are good. Cardiff is good. Funny story, I have a cream coloured backpack. 

Wow, so funny, Sal. 

But seriously, it's been raining every day this week, and my backpack has been mud-splattered irrevocably. I've tried to do a daily wipe down, but by the end of the week, it became obvious that my attempts were for naught. Hardcore cycling reaps messy consequences!

Showtime

In the past month, I've gone to see two shows in Cardiff, "Stuck in the Mud" which was an interesting dance piece that increased awareness about disabilities in the arts

Robbie is Phenomenal. And Australian. Represent!!!

and "Romeo and Juliet" which is obviously Shakespeare. But listen. This performance was so entrancing because everything was easily accessible! When Missy Elliot started playing and characters were rolling around kegs of beer, I thought, "unexpected, but understood, and very very interesting."

The set in the second half... Halloween's come early, kids!

I Wonder: Which Member of Stage Crew sleeps here Every Performance?

Respect

It's really important to note how a little word can go a long way. One of the scariest moments of my life happened two weeks ago; in the disarray, I forgot my wit and was absolutely shell-shocked... However, I didn't forget to thank the lady helping me, addressing her as "ma'am". Even amidst the intensity of the situation, she stopped to thank me before doing me one of the greatest favours a stranger has ever done for me.

Yesterday, we filmed our speeches (Yay! You'll be able to see my rendition of Ate Van really soon... Stay tuned!) and my wild antics kept messing the camera's focus. As the Director left to collect another camera, the DoP adjusted lenses/focus, and I had a chat with the Sound Op. All was fine, relaxed. When I was done, I thanked them all before leaving the room.

The director emerged with me and said, "Thanks for doing that. You never know what projects you'll be working on, and if you don't get on with the director, having a good relationship with the crew will help you understand if you have any questions or concerns about the shoot. You want them on your side."

So the magic words are "ma'am" and "thank you"; I'll try "please" another time.

Other Random Tidbits

No Longer a Bachelorette! Becky Accepts my Proposal of Marriage.
I kneeled down before Her in a Public Place.
Nobody Clapped.

Carol heats our home by fire and tells me that my windows are the only double glazed in the house.
I recall gleefully my love of fire, and that one time back in '99 when I was adjusting the embers and accidentally dropped one on my homework. Imagine showing that charred mess to your teacher to grade!

The Window at College Inexplicably Explodes and Blocks the Main Entrance All Week.
You'd think for an architecture award-winning building, we wouldn't have such a problem...

These "Rats of the Sky" Always Travel and Perch Together outside my Window.
I love their loyalty to one another.