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So we're about to go out to Nandos and the three of us realise that we are all dressed exactly the same - black TShirt/short sleeved shirt, beige trousers and black shoes/sandals. A couple dressed the same, but a couple and their best mate is just getting creepy. Walking down the high street we looked like a bloody cult! Not helped by the fact that Ian bought a bloody gollywog in the sweetie shop for comedy purposes. Now we look like a White Supremicist cult. Oy Vey.

Also today I made possibly the best toad in the hole ever (a culinary tour-de-force! - Evening Standard), and then lost at scrabble.

Have, however, spent a distressing amount of today alseep. Just off to do some more.

Is That Pam Douve?

Man, I hate auditions. And Interviews. They're pretty much the same thing. I think I do my best and then I always spend the many days between doing said audition/interview and getting an answer depressed, worried and over analysing everything I did/said and everything the interviewer/autitioner did/said. I am now positive that I got neither the job nor the part, but have to wait til tomorrow re the job and a week or so re the play. The worst thing about auditions is when you do one reading and then the director asks the other person to do reading after reading after reading, and you're just sure that they've already made up their mind. What makes it even worse is that the girl who I'm sure got one of the parts I was going for doesn't even want to do it! Gah!

Ho well, at least I don't have work tomorrow.