I have become my own version of an optimist. If I can’t makeJoan Rivers
it through one door, I’ll go through another door — or I’ll
make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark
This blog, website, corner of the internet, is a space where I hope to share a little (read: load) about ME, maybe learn a bunch of stuff from and about YOU, and be C R E A T I V E in the process.
I’m an actor, writer, voice over artist and forever-friend to dogs.
More? Ok. Just give me a hand signal when to stop. I’m not always great at gaging this type of thing. It isn’t something that’s been diagnosed. I just know me really well. And, I think it’s only fair to say at this point, I won’t necessarily stop – even with the hand signal. Sorry not sorry. Etc.
I really like being on my own even though I’m “quite something” in social soirées (so I’m told). I spent an awful lot of playground time at 4 years old hoping the teacher wouldn’t make me join in the flying ponies game that all the kids at my school were obsessed with. It was the 80s (yes, it’s true, I do look younger). I preferred to stand on my own and pretend I was talking to someone who wasn’t there. Now 4 year olds love iPads instead, which seems 1) objectively, not as fun 2) in my opinion as someone who doesn’t own a child, a bad parenting choice and 3) ideal for 4 year old Me, as I would have been standing on my own and talking to someone who wasn’t there.
SO I BECAME AN ACTOR
I skipped quite a large chunk there. We’ll circle back at some point. We’ve got a whole blog. We’ve got time.
So back to me.
I’m in an ongoing on/off relationship with London and in an ideal world (like: I win one of those raffle house things SLASH I get given a property with absolutely no strings attached) I would split my time between there and where I am now (GPS not available). At the moment it’s a bit more like I’m having an affair with London once a week: we enjoy each other’s company, I spend a lot of money on London, but I never stay over. Reminds me of a man-love-relationship I had a few years ago.
If I had gone to an American High School (which I tried to manifest sooooo hard, just a mere 25 years ago, with literally no success) my yearbook photo would have said something like, ‘most likely to be a musical theatre star’.
This did not happen.
I might have also won: Best Eyebrow (it’s the left one, christened Roger Moore by an ex agent of mine).
I think, actually, this did happen.
I am a massive massive fan of Morning Pages. They. Changed. My. Life. And they’re probably to be at least partially blamed for why I’m writing this now.
I have a tendency to over-spend. But as my friend Olivia reminds me, “it’s not an or, it’s an and.” We discovered this very right and true way of approaching life during our 9th hour in a Malibu outlet mall, on the holiday I won in 2015.
Yes. I win things. I’m a winner.
I take extreme pleasure from, in no particular order: face & body oils; a cat in the street; Crème brûlée; a pillow-heavy bed; finding and (crucially) purchasing jeans that fit perfectly; Lindt Raspberry Intense chocolate (see ‘finding and (crucially) purchasing jeans that fit perfectly’); AMERICA; comfortable shoes; brunch; perfume; analogies and people who get it.
And I mean, all of it.
So listen, thanks for dropping by. Feel free to stick around. Maybe say hello if you like what you’re reading.
If you really don’t like what you’re reading I know you’ll probably say hello too. But in a different way. Totally fine – mi internet casa es tu internet casa – but just so you know, if you’re persistently mean, I will have to assume you fancy me.