Hypatia Avenue

"It’s all crispy in my tits."

It’s good to know The Actor is keeping herself amused in between performing Shakespeare and her more contemporary stage roles – welcome to the blog and how good to be back in touch! Yes, it’s good to be back in touch with so many people I’ve wanted to speak to and know all about and hang out with since graduation so cruelly broke us apart and scattered us to different parts of the country with sadly more responsible and sensible adult lives. All thanks to Former Flatmate A and her Incredible 25th Brighton Birthday Bash - wow, what a gathering of people: I think it’s been far too long since we were all in the same place at the same time having a ball. In fact, the last time we were all together like that was probably at a ball – a post-exams May Ball (yeah, yeah Prandial, you can stop sneering now).

It all started with drinks in a play-your-own-CDs bar then dancing and being cool in a jazz-club that was appropriately low-ceilinged, funk-drenched and sweaty. The band was extremely good and we all had a good time including our friend who danced barefoot on broken glass and especially the birthday girl who was amazing in her hotpants and cheerleader pom-poms. I hope both items made it safely home…

Fond but slightly blurred memories of the weekend: Giggling in the back of a cab as we circled round looking for the right house and eventually being flagged down by the birthday girl high kicking in her hotpants on the front doorstep. We didn’t need to pay the driver a tip.

Eating pizzas in the kitchen and letting the parrot mock us from under her covered cage, our ears still ringing from all the very loud music.

Passing out on the sofa after an hysterically lengthy struggle to get into the sleeping bag.

Sitting around the kitchen table the next morning with all the Sunday papers with the whole lot of us settling into our fried breakfasts and hangovers.

Hopping off the train at Victoria and doing sensible Sunday shopping with Taxloss, returning to Earth slowly over lime sodas and the Observer.

Wah. I didn’t want it to end, but it did. We’ll just have to do it again…

In other news, I've been avidly watching CSI series one on DVD and I need help. Well, really I need series two. I can't get enough of it. We all mock Channel Five for its rubbish content but in between the sensationalist tits and Hitler programmes, there's gems like CSI - and World's Wildest Police Videos. Such shameless TV. Sigh.