Tuesday, 1 March 2011
Catch up and cabbages
Hello and firstly let me extend my apologies for not blogging for a while - it has been crazy busy for me in every aspect and I feel like I'm being pulled in 8 different directions at the moment.
Firstly, it may interest you to know that there is a radio play coming up on BBC -
" The Escort's Tale " which will be broadcast on Monday 7th March at 2pm on BBC Scotland. You may notice some subtle similarities with this writer. *cough*
Secondly I'm doing a piece for a BBC breakfast show about the current increase in women and men turning to prostitution as a way of financing their studies. I have asked that my bit be pre-recorded, sorry but I don't do mornings and I'm also worried that the worst bout of nerves will hit and I'll go blank. I'll let you know when it's going to be aired - I myself will be hiding under the duvet with a cat or two.
Lastly, I would like to indulge in a bit of a rant. On my Adultwork page I have a section marked "Availability Diary", it's there FOR A REASON. I am busier than ever, tonight I am in Glasgow, Thursday I am in Perth and on Friday I am off to Yorkshire for the weekend. You'd wonder then, why I still get the calls - " Can I see you for half an hour th'noo ?" NO YOU FECKING WELL CAN'T. I don't do half hours in Glasgow anyway, only on tour, which they'd know if they'd read the feckin' profile properly, and I also say that I need notice, since on awakening I look more like "The Living Dead" than anything approaching desirable.
Speaking of desirable, I've said it before and I'll say it again - this is a very bitchy industry. The latest crop of whispers have reached my ears, started as usual by a couple of ladies with the emotional maturity and intellectual ability of a reduced price limp Asda cabbage. Ladies, I'd like to invite you to remove your Primark stockings and stick them in your foul mouths, no-one is interested in your inane mutterings anyway. Bitch on, because at the end of the day the only people who have become known as those who act in a bitchy, self-defeating or significantly counterproductive way are your good selves. The rest of us point and laugh.
On that note I have a dinner date to get ready for, I'm off to wrestle my last remaining seamed stocking from girl cat.