Friday, 28 September 2012

Pup Fiction

How lovely! Here's ye olde Stokey balloon seller and his missus fussing over the pup. "We'll pop back later and buy a bunch of of your beautiful balloons" I lie. 
"Oh they're not for sale darling. We're just actors and you're in the middle of a film set"
Should have guessed.




Thursday, 27 September 2012

Thursday, 20 September 2012

Tuesday, 18 September 2012

Monday, 17 September 2012

John Goes Glamping

As the nights draw in and Holly packs her thermals and hot water bottle and trudges back to Leeds for the long winter term, John cheers her up by posting this on Facebook today...
...his accommodation in Portugal for the next five weeks while he assists Graham Atkins-Hughes on a photo shoot. You can probably imagine her comment.

Wednesday, 12 September 2012

Monday, 10 September 2012

High Life

So, everyone seems to have coped last week without me. Joe had his first day at college (I say 'day' but it was ten minutes to collect the ID thing that hangs round his neck) and John got off to New York Fashion Week okay. Brian said it was a bit of a scramble to find enough clean clothes to pack as none of them know where the washing machine is hidden but apart from that all was good.
John just emailed to say that he's shooting Valentino in his apartment on the 54th floor of the Bloomberg Tower today!!! Hang on, let me google it!! Jeez!
Bet that's a "shoes off at the door" zone.
Shit!! I hope to God John took a decent pair of socks and isn't padding round in those stupid Kermit the Frog ones from Next. Or worse still he's wearing odd ones - one green and black Kermit, one red and brown Fozzie Bear.


Saturday, 8 September 2012

Sunday, 2 September 2012

Friday

Well,
Ed spent ages in the bathroom so we were late of course and the bloke wasn't very happy but if you live in Bromley what do you expect. I don't know why they can't use a photographer in London. Anyway the pictures looked okay but they didn't even use the shirts I ironed this morning after all that trouble with the bloody ironing board. Have you seen this bruise on my hand? Then Ed was hungry so we went to a drive thru McDonald's on the way home but we didn't do drive thru coz I need the loo and then we got trapped in the car park by some white van man which meant we were late picking the dog up for her vaccines. Ed! put that puppy on the newspaper, she must be desperate. Anyway, I could have done without the 45 minute lecture off the vet about dog training... ENZO DROP. DROP. DROP. So then we had to head straight to the theatre which was fine because Ed wanted to show Lotus to Will anyway but the whole cast wanted to have a go and you know how small it is in that stage door area and one of the dancers has a dog phobia. Honestly. Then I was going to come home but it seemed a bit pointless as I'd have to leave again straightaway and Joe texted to say Phoebe's back from Turkey and coming to dinner so thought I'd better get some food in but I had the dog with me so went and sat in the car and had a think. I tried to wrap her up and put her in my bag but the bag's a bit small and she was fast asleep - I think her injections had completely knocked her out and anyway her head was sticking out so there's no way they would have let me in M & S so I went to Rokit and got this old airline carry-on bag. At the counter I pulled her out of the small bag and put her in the new one, quite a few people were stood around watching and the dog looked kind of dead which was embarrassing. Anyway it was fine, she was really cozy in the new bag with her blanket. I got some dinner in M & S  except there was a special offer on - a three for two thing but when I paid at those stupid DIY tills the offer didn't come up so I had to go and see someone by which time she was waking up and squeaking. Then I ran back to the theatre with the dog and the shopping and picked Ed up.
How's things been here?
"John and I could't do much really, what with the Ann Summers shoot going on all day, so we've been checking the computer to see what Arsenal's been up to: it's the last day of the transfer window you see and...."