Thursday, April 8, 2004

*tired*

Well, J'ai retournez, sans breakfast et avec plain de fatigue. Observe my French skills mediocrity at 12:08pm ^_~ Not that they'd be a heck of a lot better at any other time of the day, but meh. I like foreign languages. Railway Rush Yesterday started off alright- Jeremy drove over and we started rehearsing bits from haroun after watching a bit of anime. When it came to about half past 5 we had to leave for Lawrence's house, whereby Lawrence and I were to head off to Chichester train station and go to Anmering to have this production meeting. We left with ten minutes to go until the train arrived; from Lawrence's house a journey that takes at least ten minutes by itself, let alone having to allow for various other factors that can get in the way. We missed the train, despite an exhausting sprint to the station. It's never good when you can taste blood in your mouth when you breath, heh. I'm glad I still had yesterday's bottle of water in my bag with me. So we waited for the next train to Anmering. And we waited. And the next train was cancelled. So we had to take a train to Barnham and wait there. Seemed fair enough; at least we were getting somewhere. So we waited some more. While we were waiting though, we noticed someone familiar on the opposite platform- it was the actor who played Duperret in the Marat/Sade. We started at him for a few minutes, but we didn't manage to get his attentiopn. So, in a last-ditch attempt to gain a laugh before his train arrived, we called: "Oi!" (Whereby everyone on the opposite station looked round in alarm) "Confine your passion to the lady's mind, your love's platonic- not the other kind!" He laughed, and everyone on the station seemed to synchronise their bemusement into one loud silence. A little later, 'our' train arrived. I say 'our', because it wasn't taking us to where we actually wanted to go, but it meant that we could change and get back to the final destination of Anmering. A helful guard came to check our tickets, and gave us a swift verbal nad-kicking: "You should have waited at Barnham, there'd have been a train to Anmering in about ten minutes. Next one from Littlehampton's not for half an hour." So, poor foresight on my part there. It didn't matter much at that point, though. At Littlehampton, this drunk/stoned/disabled guy waddled up to us, cigarette in hand, drawling "Is...isthistwo?" We assumed he was talking about the platform. "Er, yes." "Righ'jumponthen." Lawrence and I exchanged looks of o_O; and proceeded to wait until the drunk man had disappeared. "Train'shthere!" he slurred. And it was, we just didn't want to get on it with him. "C'monjumpin." Grudgingly, we walked down the station past a few doors hoping to lose the guy at one of the carriages. He wasn't having it, though. He'd obviously assigned us to e his door-openers for that journey. "What'reyadoin? Door'shcthere!" "Oh, yes." We opened the door and sat very very quietly a few chairs down from where the old man parked himself, communicating only by writing out text messages on your phones and showing them to each other in case he heard and decided that we'd be better off with 'Old Man'-brand fist marks on our faces, or something. Eventually we got to Anmering, only to find that one of the cast members had just been dropped off at Littlehampton >.> But by that time we were glad to be somewhere warm where there'd be no drunk train-catchers. The production meeting went alright, save for me eating far too many crisps, and then we went home. The journey back was far less eventful than the one there, which was more than welcome. Jez (the guy who's house we were going to) has really sweet dogs. They're small plump things, kind of like furry cocktail sausages with doggy faces and legs, with a perpetually wagging tail, heh. Lovely things. I must have smelt of my own dogs, because they were very interested in my shoes and trousers. Whether they had a hidden agenda I don't know, but I never found out. More odd dreams last night- this one involved the Intensive Acting group taking a lesson in my front garden with a large red thing looking a lot like the Fourth Angel from Evangelion, except with car doors poking out of its head. I'm glad to be back home now. Hmm... I'll try and post something more interesting tomorrow, I promise ^_~ But now, I need lunch.

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