And so Thick as Thieves is laid to rest at long last like a crippled old dog with bad eyes and a weak bladder that is laying on the concrete half-dead, in his own wee, after drinking his final sips from his favourite water bowl. That might be a bit harsh on Thick as Thieves but you get the point.
I also got a bit tipsy on Mexican lager beer.
As an actor, the only problem with finishing a show is that everyone asks you what's next and unless you have a quick fire answer you feel a little bit inadequate. To be honest, I have no idea what's next. There are quite a few maybe's and a large number of possible opportunities but nothings written in stone.
Some things I do know now are:
- I'm going to France on the 9th July to help my parents move house
- Marie is going to the Meisner acting school in Hollywood for a 5 week intensive course, so if anyone lives in LA and is willing to put my girlfriend up I'd be very grateful
- I'm hungry
- Kano's new album is a winner so go buy it
- Anger is a gift
- I will miss Marie so much I may bleed to death
- Marie's bedroom is so messy I can't walk in there without feeling nauseous
Be warned! Tomorrow I might be getting philosophical on your ass with some hard up Baudrillard facts as I digest his latest work on terrorism. I shall leave you with this marvellous quote from the New York Times Book Review:
It takes a rare, demonic genius to brush off the slaughter of thousands on the grounds that they were suffering from severe ennui brought about by boring modern architecture.