6 days to lift off

So I still haven't looked at the kit list which is frankly disgraceful and will I'm sure come back to haunt me at some point. To redeem myself slightly in your eyes, yesterday, I sought out a breakfast so healthy I thought my heart was going to stop with the shock. Now everyone this side of Hadrian's wall with half an ear and half an eye on whats going on in the media knows we're supposed to be eating 5 portions of fruit and veg a day. Well, if you trust me not to poison you -which you shouldn't mwahahah - here is the way I dubiously managed to do it:

ingredients:

1 x can of peaches
1/3 x mango
2 x pears
ice to taste

1. so you take the ice which you prepared several hours earlier blue peter stylie and smash the hell out of it. Then chuck it in the blender.


2. open can of peaches. chuck ALL of the grape juice and 1/2 of the peaches into the blender
   


3. Try as hard as you can to hack the flesh off of a mango without loosing any of your fingers.


4. celebrate that all your digits are in tact


5. skin and quarter the pears. *Warning* unlike any other fruit they blush when they are naked.


6. add all the lovely stuff to the blender


7. press 'on'


8. get into an argument with the dog who is convinced because it makes a whirring sound that it is another dog. Bigger than her.


9. pour some into a cup. Lacking one of those any other vessel that can serve as a drinking device is good. A shoe will do.


10. prepare the smug look you will give everybody else that attempts to use the kitchen as you shrug casually and say 'Nah its not from a carton, I made it fresh myself.' Even though they didn't ask and on hearing this, don't much care.

If you you do manage to survive a sip of this please let me know -there are 3 people currently lying very still on my kitchen floor with my dog nibbling on their toes. Don't mind too much myself, I'm quite a hospitable person but my twin keeps reminding me that for legal reasons I need to work out whether it was my food preparation or the vitamins reacting with their medication that got them...

With all that goodness now in my stomach, it was sort of inevitable that I would spend the first part of rehearsal being a bit of a dick, playing a 3D version of Mario Kart with Erina using a chair stacking thingy we found in the corner. Was fun though. Once we'd calmed down I proceeded to bore Dan P'vic, Sarah and Erina silly by living up to my cinematic name and relaying the life and times of Orson Welles. What? I can't help it if he was a bit of a dude. To prove myself right and a little less egotistically, in order to live up to a promise I made to my aforementioned friends, here is one of many little gems involving the actor, director and raconteur that I was talking about:

Lunch made me smile -despite it being a mammoth task to assemble - thanks to my free nandos 1/4 chicken, my Sainsbury's salad, my Doubledecker choccy bar and can of ice cold coke - I haven't left the primrose path just yet - and stellar company. Which reminds me to shout good luck at the top of my digital voice to Becca who had a big audition yesterday evening which we were talking about over lunch.


After the remainder of rehearsal we just had to get ourselves home. Which sounds easy enough but we were all so tired after a good hard days work that we'd lost one of our 3 dimensions. Still things are really starting to take shape now.





here's some more stuff wot we did:

Us in action in the belly of the beast:
My persepective from the completely-safe-not-remotely-disruptive
chair stacker ride:Murugan using his x-ray vision
on Dan:
Murugan, Spirit and Daniel. Aaawwww:

Dunja, Phoenix and Spirit at Alk Far Station:

View from the DLR. Sun puts London City Airport to bed:

Until next time

Peace out

The Celluloid Kid