AU REVOIR

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Au Revoir Plymouth. Au Revoir England.

At 9:30AM tomorrow, I shall be boarding a ferry and thinking of how good my croissants, crepes, baguettes, and snails will taste for the following ten days.

Enjoy the weather that Britain has to offer you folks, I'm off to France.

It's been almost a week since I packed my whole life into the back of my mum's car and left Southend (my home for the past 9 months!).

And now my summer begins..

However, I do feel slightly guilty for not having blogged about my last night in Southend.. and about this week in Plymouth..
So this blog will have to be a mixture of different times and such..

3oth June

The final two weeks of school : yoga, rehearsals that ran late into the night, endless amounts of coffee and tobacco, learning lines, getting cues right and struggling to keep up with the directing styles of the dragon that is Andre Pink.

Somehow we managed to pull everything together, literally last minute, and perform a piece/show/working progress...

And as we took our curtain call, it dawned on me that that was it.. one year done!


"Shit, we've done a year at Drama School!"
"Let's get trashed."
"Yes...let's."

And so, it goes without saying..

The night began..

It only really became apparent how well suited the accommodation halls are to the students who have inhabited it for the past year.. just now... as I flick through hundreds of photos taken from September 27th - June 30th.

One of the earliest pictures I have.. a group of people, who, then, I hardly knew.. Now are some of the most treasured to me. FRESHERS WEEK.
Ryan, Luke, Jodie, Katie, Mel (we miss you!) and Chris.
This seems like a life-time ago..

That kitchen in the background, I now pity and apologise to deeply!! It saw some awful things!
I wander how it's coping now..

Ellie : remember this?
Chris : remember?

This was FRESHERS week also.
We names it 'Green bag day'
This was also the day Chris was named Cress..
This name stuck for quite some time, and even now, my mum refers to him as Cress... every so often..

Standard drunken night, making hats and t-shirts out of fairy liquid coated newspaper.
Zak and myself...

And then it all boils down to this image ... which I used in my last blog, but it's simply priceless

Dj, searching through his student bin. LAST WEEK IN HALLS.

So.. it is proving harder than I thought to write about the past 9 months.

9 months of :

Freshers fiasco.
Student loan struggle.
Grotowski.
Mime madness.
Mask.
Articulation.
Meeting new mates.
Movement.
Teachers.
Students.
Badly cooked dinners.
Missing home.
Terrible mattresses.
Tiny shower cubicles.
Southend snow.
Southend sun.
Beach.
Pier walks.
Tears.
Handstands.
Stretching.
Spliffs.
Alcohol.
Overdraft extension.
Another overdraft extension.
Trips to London.
So much more....

Back to June 30th

Alongside Ollie, I wizzed around the courtyard of halls on Friday night, hugging almost every person I passed. There was music, nice. There was alcohol, nice. There were friends, super.

I just want to take the opportunity to say a massive well done to me, ollie and chelsea for doing an all-nighter in the classiest way possible. We did it!!

By about 6am, Ollie, Chelsea, Dj, James, Kim and I were the last ones standing... or sitting on top of the bike sheds.. the sun was just coming up and we were all somehow, still very much awake!!

The night couldn't have gone any other way.. it was, hate to say it, but pretty perfect.

Dj and the others retired, and it was just us three, with my guitar and the new day's sun.

I felt that time was perhaps going too quickly, as at 12 noon, my mother, and hundreds of other students' parents would be picking their hungover, drug infested, tired, grumpy children up.

This is, essentially, a massive thankyou to the past 9 months.
And a 'oh my god, I've got another two years of this beautifulness'..

Only, next time I place my feet on Southend's land, I will be living with four of the best people in the world, in our own, beautiful house. I'll be in my second year of school, with a new head of course, new first years, and will be ready for trapeze, circus, commedia and other things which will make me sweaty and frustrated.


So that was that....
drama school, year one, done..

be right back, getting an ice lolly.
fuck ice lollies, I just found a mini-milk!!

Got back to Plymouth on Sunday evening, after spending Saturday night in the most ridiculous hotel ever : waitress was a robot. decor was a mixture between a coffee shop, an old people home and a brothel.

Unpacked vast amounts of myself, back into my room... missed southend.

Text a few peeps to say 'yo, back in P'town.'

boring boring boring...

MONDAY

My birthday ... 18+1

Was dreading this day, for I was to land on an even number... and we all know 19 isn't a particularly special age... you don't benefit from being 19 legally...

Was also dreading this day, as both my parents were working, most of my mates weren't around in Plymouth and my brother was on holiday.. so it was looking to be a rather dull day indeed...

then Lucy Bishop and Chelsea saved me...

Me and Chelsea got on the train to Exeter from Plymouth, and Luc', the same but from Bristol...

and we hung in Exeter for the day...

1. An amazing fucking meal, possibly the best I've had this year, at Prezzo
2. URBAN OUTFITTERS SALE!
3. Cocktails
4. A weird waitor who used the words "goody-gum-gums."
5. Sunshine
6. A beer that tasted like mouldy piss rags

then back home to my mother, who provided a very middle class dinner of smoked salmon and nibbles..

Better than last birthday I have to say..

Trying to round this up quickly, as, if you haven't remembered, I have a ferry to catch tomorrow..

Wednesday was also a splendid day with Roman, Chelsea, George and Chels' sister... theatre, then somehow managed to get rather drunk on the Barbican.
Smoked too much. Drank too much. Laughed the right amount.

So that is that....

I feel I haven't at all done this year justice..

So here's a few of my favourite pictures

Au Revoir xx

And my girls.. all I need.

See you again soon Southend.

Sorry that I've missed out trillions and billions... but it's all stored in my brain box

McFlurry List

Magic it t'was, yes. When brightly clothed bodies walk through the doors of HOUSE 1 FLAT 6.

Rewind..

Thursday - 8 Missed calls from Roisin Linton, shit..

Later on Thurday - 24 Missed calls from Roisin Linton, shit..

Thursday, text from R.L - "Daisy, pet, way aye, pet, I got RADIO ONE BIG WKND FESTIVAL TICKETS. I'm taking you fer yer berfdeeee. Pet."

English translation : Daisy, hun, hey, hun. I've got some Radio One's Big Weekend, Festival tickets. I'm taking you on a journey to Hackney. Where there is The Wally Foster Community Centre. Joy. For your Birthday, if you didn't guess.

So, in short.. My plan for this weekend was to celebrate, early, my birthday. Then Rossssioin ruins all that, by going and getting RADIO 1 BIG WKND Tickets.

Do I abandon my plans of Priory Park and jammin'?

Of course I do, it's R1BW!!

So, got through Friday with Andre, story-telling/impro/shiz.

Friday night? Spliff with guys & dolls. Think about sleeping. Get excited for R1BW!! Texting Roisin, asking her what she will wear. She doesn't text back. Hoe.

Saturday morning, I'm up at 7:22am, sun through my window, cliche, cliche. Up I get, shower, teeth, spray, towel, not in this order, cuppa, wash hands, roll, wash hands, light, sit.

I'm awake, you've gathered? And Bert', Laurens and Ollie are outside my window... bla-ha-azing.. So, we talk through the glass of my student window about the day, and how day will turn into night, and then when that night comes, we'll rejoice. Dance.

They left to get McDonald's Breakfast before going to Clifftown to sing or some shit.

I rolled. Lit. Sat. Waited.

Listened to PassionPit, sweet.

Blew my little nose, crinkled.

Thought about how excited I was to be on the guestlist, yes, the guestlist, encore. Thanks, that's the guestlist at R1BW!! Boon.

Packed little rucksack, full of little things, and a grey rain-mac. Put DMartens on. Tie LACES. Don't want to trip now do we?

Texteded R.Linton, asked if she was awake.

She replied : "Yeee!"

Me : "Woo!"

She replied : "Ok, please done get more stoned or I will be totes sober and that will  be no fun. X"

Me : "Get, up, 'n, go."

I packed my Passport, proof of I.D. Just incases.

Put a coat on, not mine, someone else's. Blue.

Looked back at my room, nodded, and said "See you tonight. Get ready. Be prepared."

I said that to my room.

I left my room at about 9:48, and shortly after that, I recieved a text from R.Linton, it read "We're running ahead of schedge'."

Oh.

Chill. Shades on. Room locked. Walking down le corridor. Out the front door, broken, into sunshine.

Knock on Roisin's flat, knock again. No answer. Tap foot. Sound of door opening. Out comes Rosh' in a t-shirt and knickers. Ace.

Sit in Rosh' room, explaining to her why my outfit resembles an explorer. Tarzan's Jane's Dad from Tarzan, style. She giggles.

She says :" You know, I stood in me showa, earlier, and I wiz jist thinkin', "I'm gonna be alone, forever." "

I laughed.

She'll be the crazy old virgin with a 'tache.

She slips on some clothing, WUTANGCLAN Tee. Leopard print wellington booties. We put her items into my bag, and agree to take it in turns to carry said bag.

Off we go.. to the wrong train station. Where are we going? Stratford. What train station did we need to go to? Victoria. What train station did we go to? Central.

Fuck it, with croissants, coffee, choc-dips, pombears, and happiness in our hands, we boarded the train at central and planned to get off at West Ham.

So there we were, on the train, talking, laughing, discussing, conversationing, on our way to R1BW!

........... >:|

We missed West Ham. We forgot to get off. We arrived at Tower Hill. Got back on a train to West Ham, and got off at West Ham. Idiots.

We arrived, somehow, finally, at long last, in Hackney. Along with trainfulls of other welly-wearing, cider-drinking, festival ticket holders. We were flustered, as we had to get there by 12:30 to get our tickets!! GUEST TICKETS.

We arrived at 12:34, bollocks.

We followed hundreds of loud-mouthed, cinder-drinking, hooligans. Some of which were wearing onesies... to a festival.. onesies.  

I bought some chips. We ate the chips. We rolled a cigarette. We smoked the cigarette.

Some time went by...

Then, and only then did we realise we had forgotten to get cash out.

We needed £10 for donation to get into the festival.

We sighed and called ourselves fools for not having thought.

We had to fucking walk, in the sun, a good mile, before deciding to hop in a taxi and ask the chap to take us to a cashpoint. He ended up letting us only pay him £10, even though it came to £10.80. What a mighty fine man.

As we sat on the grass, waiting for our tickets, we saw some sights;
One man, wearing lipgloss and a grey tracksuit with fake bullet holes printed everywhere. Standard.
One mighty big mumma, wearing a neon pink tank top.
Some drunkards, and a boy with incredible hair and buck teeth.


Eventually, after queueing for a little while, we were in!!
Guest area!!
Straight to the bar for a cider or two!!
Who did we see?
Oh just Nick Grimshaw, That cunt from T.O.W.I.E, and two people from Eastenders.
No biggy, but we were chilling with some pretty big names.


We managed to see Rizzle Kicks, Ed Sheeran, The Vaccines, The Maccabees and someone else, I forget.

Sweet as hell.

After a few ciders, seeing some sick bands/acts, and walking around holding my gal's hand, we headed home, where we'd be greeted by a night of fun.

As we sat on the train, tired eyed, sleepy soul'd and coffee-craving, we spoke about needing a poo.
We got into Victoria Station, I had a poo in the train station toilets and explained to Rosh why it is they had UV lighting in the toilets. You learn something new every now and again.

We pootled home, the big block colour building greeted us.
I said "see you in about 10." to Roisin, and walked across the dark, quiet courtyard, to my flat. 
I opened my front door to find Gabby and Ellie, sticking up signs -

"You're here to PARTY!"
big SMILE.

:)


I got big hugs from them both, and as I walked further into my flat, down the corridor, I saw toy story wrapping paper and a giant castle, stuck to the walls... and then in the kitchen - balloons, banners, lamp, lights dimmed, iPod playing!

Time to :

Shower

Time to :

Dry

Time to :

Put clothes on

Time to :

P.A.R.T.Y.

Into Ellies room.

Say "Hi" to girls.

Find candy.

Nice.

People entered the flat and threw some hugs at me. I threw some back.

THE NIGHT BEGINS

OK, so this is where I have to admit, I don't actually remember much from the night..

I mean, I remember bits... like who was there and such... but details?... nah.

It was the come-down day that really made me smile!!

I crawled out of bed, pupils still huge, to a text from DJ

DJ SAYS : Did I leave my thumb thing at yours last night?xx

ME : Yes, it freaked me the fuck out when I woke up and it was on my desk!!

DJ SAYS : Sweet, can I come get it?

Before the sweet man arrived, somewhat later in the day, all this happened :

After crawling out of bed, it was time for traditional family breakfast - Bertie, as usual, playing the role of housewife. He made his way to Sainsbury's to purchase some bread and butter.

When he got back we began to eat said bread..

As I was tucking in to my marmite on toast, Jane, Lucy and Ellie moved all sneaky like, to one of the cupboards...

I was blissfully unaware that they were about to sing happy birthday and present me with a chocolate cake and bottle of Starbucks Caramel Drizzle! SWEEETTTT!!

This made me smile.

We converesed at the breakfast table, and noted that the kitchen had survived pretty well after such a heavy night.

Then we watched Mean Girls, COULD IT GET ANY BETTER!? The answer, of course, is no. I was so content, sitting all wrapped up with my two girls.

DJ eventually came around to collect his 'thumb thing', and ended up staying for a fair amount of time -

Enough time to 'pimp my spongebob'..

BEFORE

AFTER

Well, I think we did pretty well. He looks kinda smart now.

We ended up doing the McFlurry run for everyone..

Because that's just what you need on a come-down isn't it?

DJ made a long McFlurry list on his phone, and feeling rather fragile, we set off in the blazing sun to collect said MCFLURRRRRIES.

The weekend ended with a cup of tea, a spliff and a smile.

Thankyou for an incredible weekend everyone.

By God, this blog has taken me far too long to write.

Oh yeah - this also happened

Just DJ searching through his bin for the drug list. Standard.