Grease Is A Word

Dear You,

I'm still not over Les Mis. I don't know why, but I keep waking up with a Fantine solo whirling round my head, which is proving difficult as I am two days into rehearsing Grease in the magical province of Manchester- Eugene, remember? It's been nice; mainly because I don't have to dance perfectly, 'cause my character's all socially awkward and that. Not like me at all... Also, a lot of people are talking about Pendletons and Birds and I'm not entirely sure what they mean. And I could be the only person without jazz trainers. But, like I said, I'm having a fun time, though I did want to be Rizzo.

AND on Saturday I went to see the Sound of Music in Regent's Park, which was delightful. I was slightly disappointed that Julie Andrews wasn't in it, but she's probably too busy being Queen of Genovia to fart around in a wimple/curtain dress any more. However, the Brigitta I saw was Little Cosette in the Les Mis film (which was shocking save for her and Samantha Barks), and I would've taken that Captain von Trapp in under two minutes And the production was spectacular so, yeah (eloquence there).

Perhaps the worst thing that could happen has happened without my noticing. Until now. Facebook now has hashtags?! THIS IS ENTIRELY NEW INFORMATION. To be fair, though, I always use really obscure hashtags like '#TropicalBleach' (in-joke with some people off the telly, actually) and '#MissUMoreThanUCanEverSayPlusOne' (a game of Twitter oneupmanship with a friend), so I kind of destroy the point of hashtags- unifying the twitterverse for all of its users. For god's sake, me.

So that's my life. Riveting, isn't it?

Yours Eugenely,

M.