Dramatic Endeavours

Six months ago I received my degree and graduated. Since then I haven’t posted on here. Why exactly I can’t say because technically nothing has stopped me. In fact for a while, I had more than enough time to write a novel to envy the length of war and peace. But of course writing requires more than time, so much more. Graduating isn’t easy. They tell you it won’t be. But they never said it would be quite as hard as it was quite as early on. One of my friends summed it up by saying she thought we’d all be too poor to go out drinking but would instead congregate in somebody’s home, together, poor but happy. Whereas the reality was that we were all just miserable, endless job rejections can do that to you and did to me and my friends. Too miserable to consider meeting up to attempt merriness, the non-sober kind or not. I found it horrific. And, in all honesty, still do at points. There is no longer the comfort of terms and structure and support and a net you fall back on. Now it’s

Saying goodbye is never easy and, in a way, the more practise you have at it, the worse it gets. As my graduation draws closer, I’ve taken the opportunity to spend as much time with my friends as possible, doing as much as possible and have also used the time to consider just what has made university the adventure it has been. It is, of course, these friends and so this rather rambling post is to say, I guess, why they are so important to me and to thank them for all they’ve done for me, whether or not they realise it. I remember starting university and being told by family friends and my parents that it was just how Evelyn Waugh described it in Brideshead Revisited through advice given to Charles by his cousin, ‘You spend half your second year shaking off the undesirable friends you made in your first.’ And that the friends I would make in my first few weeks of university would not be the friends I kept but rather time would lead them to me. Whether or not they were right with

So I may or may not, depending on how a course pans out, be back in the city of my university come September/October, employed and working on a theatre project with a friend I’ve directed and been directed by. Exciting! Right now, it really is only in the very early beginnings in that we’re penciling down ideas and gathering ideas. Slowly but surely. If I don’t come back after the summer, it is something I’d like to continue at some point in the future.  It’s going to be about imagination so this small post is to ask you, my lovely reader, about your imagination. What does your imagination give you? Does it matter? Does it help? Would you say imagination and 'pretend' are the same things? I don’t want to bombard people with questions because you might well chose not to answer them (please do though!) and if this project goes ahead I think I’ll post more questions over time. If you do feel like answering any of these questions or say anything at all about your imagin

Some photos from the beach

I went back to the cemetery at the bottom of my road a couple of weeks ago and took Beaton back with me, here are some more photos from then:

This is a post on what boarding school gave me, the good, the bad and the ugly, and how it changed me. When I tell people I went to boarding school for my secondary education, they tend to make assumptions of some kind. Some people assume my parents are ridiculously well-off (not true), some that I’m posh and stuck up (not true, I hope) and some say that I must have really solid friendships with those I boarded with. There, they’re not wrong. I think, as well, a lot of people assume that it must have been tough. And it was. But despite that, it was one of the best things to have happened to me. It made me a better person and never for one minute do I ever regret going. Though it was originally my idea to go to boarding school (too much Twins at St Clare’s and Malory Towers ), when, at the age of eleven, all my uniform was bought and packed into my new trunk which, I’d found out with joy the month beforehand, could fit my youngest cousin and my tuck box was filled with choco

 I don’t have a specific theme or message behind this post, it’s just a collection of some songs and quotations that inspire me and some pictures I like. Two of the pictures are from postsecret and I've added links to youtube for the songs. ‘We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars’ Oscar Wilde ‘Live all you can; it's a mistake not to. It doesn't so much matter what you do in particular, so long as you have your life. If you haven't had that, what have you had?’ Henry James ‘Death is one moment, and life is so many of them’ Tennessee Williams ‘You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, 'Why not?'’George Bernard Shaw  'To grasp the full significance of life is the actor's duty, to interpret it is his problem, and to express it his dedication' Marlon Brando   ‘I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature can’t touch with decay’ Bob Dylan

This post is inspired from this scene in the movie Garden State which you should watch if you haven’t seen it. The scene on its own is a little cheesy but in the context of the film is entirely perfect. Anyway, here it is in case you do want to watch it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sIqBke3zoM0 In a little over a month, I’m going to graduate. Providing I get round to ordering my robes in time. And providing I haven’t failed my degree though, as I’ve only one mark to receive back even if I failed that course, I think (could be wrong), I’ll still get a degree and graduate. My life, as I’ve known it for the past three years, in fact my life as I’ve pretty much known it my entire life, will change. Scary. Terrifying. Exciting. I have no idea where I’ll be at the end of the summer. As I’m doing a course for a month right in the middle of the summer, I can’t start looking for a job yet and as that course could lead to another two year course, I don’t even know if I’ll need a