OK I’ve got too much shit to catch you up on so I’m going to
BULLET POINT the last few months.
- Brixpig fitness challenge is CANCELLED because I’m a
(financially unstable) shlad and got rid of my gym membership. Quite frankly,
I’m not so good at humiliating myself in a sporting environment and it’s
unclear to me why I ever thought any kind of challenge would be a good idea.
- The Queen had a Jubilee. I loved it all and watched far too
many documentaries about the royal family and their palaces and horses and
family habits (rolling down hills apparently). The Florence in Herne Hill did a special
ale (QE Brew, delicious); we went to see the boats and the parade and enjoyed
some special crowd action, trying to peer through other people’s periscopes,
that kind of thing; Joy in Brixton provided free food for those wise enough to
follow them on Twitter, cue mum and I loading up on massive slices of cake and
free sarnies; I got to wear my union flag headband that I got ages ago in
Brighton Primark. Style. Congrats Queenie.
- Eurovision occurred. This year, because there was no way we
were travelling to Azerbaijan (I’m sure it’s lovely, but just no), we went all
out in the mother land, supporting the wonder that is Engelbert Humperdinck. My
mother met him once. She remembers him as being very tall and handsome, and, I
quote, “he smelled incredible”. So there you go. Reason enough to represent a
nation.
- I saw Matilda again with my mum. BEST MUSICAL EVER.
- I saw the Duchess of Malfi again. Eve Best is the BEST.
- My darling schoolfriend got married in Beamish museum and was
the most beautiful bride imaginable – she looked like she had been found under
a rose bush (that’s a good thing). Her new husband brushed up rather well too,
and a delicious day was had by all – literally delicious in many ways, as it
was a partly Italian wedding which involved cheese and sausage, prosecco and
fab red wine, and also a pie and pea supper provided by Beamish. WONDERS.
- I went on holiday to Grand Brassac in the south of France with
nine lovely friends, where we frolicked and bantered and splashed and sunned
and giggled and canoed and cheesed and danced. And I broke my little toe in a
canoe but because I was part of team Redgrave/Pincent, I soldiered on and had
the best holiday ever.
- I volunteered at the Olympic Torch Relay finale at Hyde Park,
putting wristbands on guestlisters: I endured countless youths insisting that
they were “on Dizzee’s list”, told Pixie Lott we had no VIP passes for her,
bumped into Dizzee and Mark Ronson backstage, lost my favourite pink cardigan
and after 10 hours of stooping in a box office downed two free beers and nearly
wet myself on the tube home.
Upcoming:
Mack and Mabel at the Southwark Playhouse
Brixton Splash! (hopefully with a riot-free evening this
year…)
Birthday at the Royal Court, starring Stephen Mangan
I’ve also recently booked some exciting stuff for later on
this year:
September – Darren Hayes, Hedda Gabler at the Old Vic
(starring Sheridan Smith!)
October – Marina and the Diamonds (again)
November – Gotye, Robyn
And what I WILL be booking asap – VIVA FOREVER! The Spice
Girls musical. Opens in December. This is what my life has been leading up to,
no joke.
I’ve also become slightly too into this Gary Barlow video.
Gary BARlow.
Brixpig x
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