I identify strongly with dogs. I think I have the same goofy sense of optimism. Yes, this is my stick. Yes, I love the stick. Give me the stick back.
Current top words include: dilletante, loquacious, clusterfuck, auburn, beggorah, calumny, boyo, juniper.
I'm seeing a fella at the moment, but I always like meeting new people of many kinds.
Either way, I do acting, improv, writing, drawing and composing. And, although it's a turbulent sort of lifestyle, especially in choppy recessiony waters, I am having an actual ball* doing it.
*NB I am not actually having an actual ball. The actual ball in question is actually a metaphorical actual ball, though if I were to have a real actual ball it would be like the one in Labyrinth with the falling bits of stuff.
I'm good at bringing the tone of intellectual conversations down to the level I feel comfortable with, but when I can be bothered to, I can have the intellectual discussion just fine. I can normally find it within myself to enjoy watching rugby when it's an international and Wales are playing. I mean it's a battle and they're wearing shorts: what's not to cheer about.
A reviewer this last summer described me as having "Wes Anderson hedge perm and cartoon gaslamp eyes", which I thought made me sound like I was out of Who Framed Roger Rabbit, which I am all for.
It was a review of a play, by the way, not a whole article about things my hair looks like. That didn't happen.
At some point early on I will often for some reason show people my teeth, since they are frankly a triumph of NHS orthodontistry, as well as being something that I was compelled to spend six years with a pound of Victorian farming equipment in my mouth for.
My teeth are very clean and I have never had a filling, but I do not floss. I consider flossing, along with lip balm and compulsory tipping, to be a scam.
I have forgotten why I'm talking about teeth. I'm not obsessed with teeth.
"The Unconsoled", "When We Were Orphans" (Kazuo Ishiguro)
"Ghostwritten", "Number9Dream" (David Mitchell)
"Fables" (Bill Willingham). Many other comics. David Sedaris.
First six that spring to mind...
"Comparison is Violence or the Ziggy Stardust Meets Tiny Tim Songbook" (Taylor Mac), "Eraritjaritjaka" (Heiner Goebbels),
"An Oak Tree" (Tim Crouch), "Jerusalem" (Jez Butterworth) - would love it more minus the kidz, "Legally Blonde" (yes),
"Mother Courage & Her Children" (the Fiona Shaw one).
Angel, Buffy, Firefly (yes, I put Angel first, wooo), Twin Peaks, Arrested Development, Community, Breaking Bad, Six Feet Under, Great British Bake Off. And Rupaul's Drag Race.
Which I am obsessed with at the moment:
Answer Me This, The Bugle, Risk! (which is my current favourite), This American Life, Radiolab, Comedy Bang Bang.
I like anything that's wholehearted and sort of honest. I love Philip Glass (epic and unabashed), Arcade Fire (sad, angry, witty, hungry), Verdi (sculptural and gaunt), Dolly Parton (totally dayglo), Wagner (evil but...), David Bowie (prophet), Steeleye Span (close harmony barrage), Labrinth (clever boy), Andre 3000 (clever as a demon), Antony Hegarty (gutwrenching), Prince (ridiculous sex sparrow from space), and so on and so on. Also non-shit musicals.
I would love someone to explain to me the appeal of Belle and Sebastian.
2) Coffee - although I am not prissy about it; I enjoy freeze-dried own-brand shite just as much, because I pretend that I'm in 1984 (the book not the year) and it's Victory Coffee while I'm drinking it.
3) Doing acting and comedy and music and that.
4) Being self-effacing while being a massive narcissist.
6) A sort of underlying sense that at some point I will turn out to be a mutant and can do telekinesis.
I am unable to look at a gantry, balcony, or factory without imagining two telekinetics having a fight on it, and what might happen in that fight.
Prior to that I will have been maybe doing a show, or at a pub, or round someone's house. I do not tend to like clubs that much unless they have a turn. I enjoy dancing like an idiot, though, while fully believing I look like an exceptional demon.