First of all, sorry for the latest of this blog.
I’ve actually had to do some work – it’s certainly shocked me I can tell you!
First criticisms today, (apart from you lot, please carry on - all constructive) on a positive note – it can only get better – and I mean that most sincerely folks! *music please*.
Aristotle has a lot to answer for. I’m sure that’s bad English but give me time...please.
Luckily, Falmouth is still delightful and we had the Oyster Festival to enjoy this weekend. On Friday afternoon (no lectures on Friday, I hasten to add) I bought smelly cheese, lavender fudge (okay – it could be vile but I had to try it - will report back) and I tried Vintage Reserve Cider (matured in whiskey barrels) and lots more besides.
I enjoyed it so much that on Friday night I spent some time trying to get into the wrong block of flats, once realised, the conversation went something like this (screenwriting practice too you see?!):
Me [to my neighbour on mobile] Chris, Chris, my key’s not working can you come out and help?
Chris: Of course, be out in a sec.
Me: Great thanks, you’re a star.
Chris: I’m outside, where are you?
Me: Yeah?
Chris: But where?
Me: Oh...Block D?
Chris: You live in Block E [laughter]
Me: Oh yeah [sniggers, hic]
Saturday continued with friends from London and friend from course SJ – lots of champagne (Cornish, natch) and oysters (ditto, natch), sea shanties, etc and laughter. Ending with a climb up to the Jacob’s Ladder pub – so called because of the ‘Jacob’s Ladder’ of steps. SJ ‘poo-pooed’ the climb, although was heard to say to a descendee ‘would I be stopping if I was on the way down?’ A good point, well made wouldn’t you say? Although that could have had something to do with champagne.
Sunday lunch was at The Falmouth Townhouse which was lovely. Food divine: Slow Roast Pork Belly and Roast Beef with all the trimmings. Service impeccable, so much so that the chef gave us - unasked for - olives, bread and vodka, infused with chilli, vanilla and horseradish – with oysters – yum. Kathryn asked me if I had chewing gum (negative) – and yeay, suddenly it appeared. Suffice to say my doggy bag is still half full and to be ditched, purely because, for a change, I am not piggy enough.
I have to admit Sunday evening was a little flat – so much fun and then back to work – but I do love the work – never thought I’d say that!
Sorry this is short and hopefully sweet, but I wanted to make contact sooner rather than later, friends have pointed out that I have to changed the setting on my blog to enable you all to make comments if you wish – will try tomorrow. I have missed out far more than I intended which will appear in a later blog.
Sleep well.
PS still miss you all x
Tuesday, 20 October 2009
Sunday, 11 October 2009
Tooting Wurzel becomes a Radio Star!
Well, the first week is over and it feels like a month!
Last week saw us write, record and produce a comedy radio show from scratch, having never met each other before – it was meant to be a bonding exercise – and at the risk of sounding twee, it certainly was that! It was broadcast on Source FM on Friday afternoon and I’m going to try and get a copy to post so you can all hear it.
Don’t worry my efforts only made their way onto the cutting room floor......so you won’t have to pretend you found it hilarious. Although you will hear my voice shouting ‘murderer’ – funny huh!?
There’s a real mix of ages group, the youngest is 21 and the oldest in their 60s so it’s a real mixed bag and all with different backgrounds and reasons for being here.
Friday night was the Freshers’ Ball – I am afraid I cannot give you a first-hand account, as although I’m technically a ‘fresher’ (or should that be ‘refresher’ – not sure!) I couldn’t bring myself to travel back in time to witness pimply youths puking in bins, punching inanimate objects and peeing on their own shoes; or girls hoiking up their strapless dresses and/or extracting their skirts from their knickers.
At least that how I remember it.....instead I thought this would be a prudent time to do my laundry as it would be empty.
In my brief time here I have decided that, for the greater good of mankind, it is only right and proper that I give you a taste of Cornwall and in one word that means PASTIES.
I will be trying one from every pasty vending establishment in Falmouth – and will be reporting back on their quality – pastry, filling etc., and where possible they will be photographically illustrated.
So far I have tested three pasty purveyors:
Warren’s, Oggy’s and Presto Pasty.
Pastry and filling all good and tasty (pastry hand-crimped, natch) although a *little* too much swede in Presto’s for my liking.....
Pastywatch will continue next week.....
Today I ventured to the Learning Resource Centre – or for those of you born post 1980 – the library. All what one would expect until you reach the Visual Reference section – or DVD borrowing library.
They are catalogued and numbered sequentially – but in no order whatsoever, in terms of genre, i.e. completely randomly. For example number 10559 is ‘What the Industrial Revolution Did for Us’ and number 10560.....anyone, anyone.....well it’s obviously ‘Shaving Ryan’s Privates’! Genius. Although ‘The Joy of Curry’ (I am not kidding) *is* next to ‘Making a Fortune – the Asian Way’.
I did toy with the idea of borrowing ‘My Penis and I: Extended Version’ but decided against it.
Next week seminars begin in earnest so I will report back on that, ‘cocktail' pasties, alcoholic ginger beer (weapon grade strength) and more besides.....
Last week saw us write, record and produce a comedy radio show from scratch, having never met each other before – it was meant to be a bonding exercise – and at the risk of sounding twee, it certainly was that! It was broadcast on Source FM on Friday afternoon and I’m going to try and get a copy to post so you can all hear it.
Don’t worry my efforts only made their way onto the cutting room floor......so you won’t have to pretend you found it hilarious. Although you will hear my voice shouting ‘murderer’ – funny huh!?
There’s a real mix of ages group, the youngest is 21 and the oldest in their 60s so it’s a real mixed bag and all with different backgrounds and reasons for being here.
Friday night was the Freshers’ Ball – I am afraid I cannot give you a first-hand account, as although I’m technically a ‘fresher’ (or should that be ‘refresher’ – not sure!) I couldn’t bring myself to travel back in time to witness pimply youths puking in bins, punching inanimate objects and peeing on their own shoes; or girls hoiking up their strapless dresses and/or extracting their skirts from their knickers.
At least that how I remember it.....instead I thought this would be a prudent time to do my laundry as it would be empty.
In my brief time here I have decided that, for the greater good of mankind, it is only right and proper that I give you a taste of Cornwall and in one word that means PASTIES.
I will be trying one from every pasty vending establishment in Falmouth – and will be reporting back on their quality – pastry, filling etc., and where possible they will be photographically illustrated.
So far I have tested three pasty purveyors:
Warren’s, Oggy’s and Presto Pasty.
Pastry and filling all good and tasty (pastry hand-crimped, natch) although a *little* too much swede in Presto’s for my liking.....
Pastywatch will continue next week.....
Today I ventured to the Learning Resource Centre – or for those of you born post 1980 – the library. All what one would expect until you reach the Visual Reference section – or DVD borrowing library.
They are catalogued and numbered sequentially – but in no order whatsoever, in terms of genre, i.e. completely randomly. For example number 10559 is ‘What the Industrial Revolution Did for Us’ and number 10560.....anyone, anyone.....well it’s obviously ‘Shaving Ryan’s Privates’! Genius. Although ‘The Joy of Curry’ (I am not kidding) *is* next to ‘Making a Fortune – the Asian Way’.
I did toy with the idea of borrowing ‘My Penis and I: Extended Version’ but decided against it.
Next week seminars begin in earnest so I will report back on that, ‘cocktail' pasties, alcoholic ginger beer (weapon grade strength) and more besides.....
Monday, 5 October 2009
Welcome to Falmouth!
I've finally made to from the Big Smoke to Cornwall, it has been quite a journey - stressful but fun and now I'm finally here I know just how worthwhile it has been. Phew!
Having decided (last minute admittedly) to follow my dreams I am now pursuing an MA in Professional Writing at University College Falmouth. Let's face it Cornwall is a million miles from SW17, in every shape and form - for a start people say hello in the street and that itself is enough it put a huge grin on my face everyday in itself.
First of all, an apology, this blog has been a long time coming, all talk and no action as per usual....
My initial plan was to build up to the big move, but circumstance over took me, but thanks to the sterling http://www.rightmoves.co.uk/ from Wandsworth (highly recommended - John is a star!) I made it down in one piece - having worked up until 6pm on Thursday night, by 6pm on Friday I was in Pastyland.
On the down side I am at the arse end of the campus - and I mean the arse end. Am living in the further possible place from anywhere. On a building site. In the basement. Next to the main road. No reception - of any kind - bar this. No laundry - it's not built yet and the nearest one is 0.5k away (I am not ready to share my smalls with strangers - I don't care in what capacity.) If I was a dominatrix (think dungeons) fixated with Bob the Builder, I'd be thrilled, but I'm not.
I also think leaving a digger near student accommodation is asking for trouble - although many 0f the student appears to be more interested in sitting in the road playing guitar. Yes really.
Application in today to move, although my course leader said that she has got people out of the contract (which I am signed in for 40 weeks) before - 'but it helps if you're mad, or something' - that'll be a 'can do' . Wibble.
Two of my saviours have been Tim (mining computer whizz - fixes everything, has a proper beard and plays guitar) and Rich (surfer - who knows everything about Falmouth) - more to follow...
We also have 'Celtic John' - who is retaking his first year of Celtic Studies (me neither, I will find out, and also how do you muck up something that must involve drinking Guinness?), who was making his own pasties last night - not handmade pastry, but a good effort.
Tim thinks he is a serial killer, so if this is my only blog you know why.
Falmouth on the other hand is delightful and I have already been 'window shopping' - hopefully with a winning lottery ticket in the other hand. Food, very important to me as you know is amazing - big fat scallops are just the beginning - can't love it enough and the window at the back of M&S looks over the harbour - how brilliant is that!
Sailing and surfing are on the agenda, as is the trip to the local hospital when I eventually knock my self out, doing something stupid.
Going to sign off now as our first project we have to write, produce and record a radio comedy sketch show to be broadcase on Source FM (Falmouth's local radio station on Friday afternoon) - wish me luck!
Wish you all were here - one pasty down, hundreds to go.......
I've finally made to from the Big Smoke to Cornwall, it has been quite a journey - stressful but fun and now I'm finally here I know just how worthwhile it has been. Phew!
Having decided (last minute admittedly) to follow my dreams I am now pursuing an MA in Professional Writing at University College Falmouth. Let's face it Cornwall is a million miles from SW17, in every shape and form - for a start people say hello in the street and that itself is enough it put a huge grin on my face everyday in itself.
First of all, an apology, this blog has been a long time coming, all talk and no action as per usual....
My initial plan was to build up to the big move, but circumstance over took me, but thanks to the sterling http://www.rightmoves.co.uk/ from Wandsworth (highly recommended - John is a star!) I made it down in one piece - having worked up until 6pm on Thursday night, by 6pm on Friday I was in Pastyland.
On the down side I am at the arse end of the campus - and I mean the arse end. Am living in the further possible place from anywhere. On a building site. In the basement. Next to the main road. No reception - of any kind - bar this. No laundry - it's not built yet and the nearest one is 0.5k away (I am not ready to share my smalls with strangers - I don't care in what capacity.) If I was a dominatrix (think dungeons) fixated with Bob the Builder, I'd be thrilled, but I'm not.
I also think leaving a digger near student accommodation is asking for trouble - although many 0f the student appears to be more interested in sitting in the road playing guitar. Yes really.
Application in today to move, although my course leader said that she has got people out of the contract (which I am signed in for 40 weeks) before - 'but it helps if you're mad, or something' - that'll be a 'can do' . Wibble.
Two of my saviours have been Tim (mining computer whizz - fixes everything, has a proper beard and plays guitar) and Rich (surfer - who knows everything about Falmouth) - more to follow...
We also have 'Celtic John' - who is retaking his first year of Celtic Studies (me neither, I will find out, and also how do you muck up something that must involve drinking Guinness?), who was making his own pasties last night - not handmade pastry, but a good effort.
Tim thinks he is a serial killer, so if this is my only blog you know why.
Falmouth on the other hand is delightful and I have already been 'window shopping' - hopefully with a winning lottery ticket in the other hand. Food, very important to me as you know is amazing - big fat scallops are just the beginning - can't love it enough and the window at the back of M&S looks over the harbour - how brilliant is that!
Sailing and surfing are on the agenda, as is the trip to the local hospital when I eventually knock my self out, doing something stupid.
Going to sign off now as our first project we have to write, produce and record a radio comedy sketch show to be broadcase on Source FM (Falmouth's local radio station on Friday afternoon) - wish me luck!
Wish you all were here - one pasty down, hundreds to go.......
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