Well I’ve been useless on all things blogging for 2 reasons:

Trying to get the script finished before the end of the month so the actors have something to rehearse with!

Went away for the weekend with Garda Nick. I would say it was a dirty weekend, but as most of it was spent in the pool, jacuzzi and steam room it was actually pretty clean. God bless the recession and cheap spa breaks!

What’s happening in the real world?

Very dedicated and/or regular readers will know that I had a meeting with my agent a few weeks ago. Amazingly things have progressed really quickly. Some very high profile people in the media business have agreed to fund a pilot for Flirty. Now this is of course wildly exciting until you realise that:

The budget is €2.50

Most pilots never see the light of day

Despite these minor issues I am working with some amazing people, learning loads and getting to say really poncy things to my friends like:

“Sweetie, I’d love to go for dinner, but we’re filming that week”

The big activity at the moment is casting, which is brilliant as I get to look at loads of people and declare them too ugly or too attractive – how bad! Sadly Nicole Kidman is out of action. (I bet she is gutted about having that child now). Thankfully there are some good Irish actors around. I’m thinking this guy for Dr McRide.

But I have also learnt that it is very important not to judge actors on their head shot alone, otherwise you could say no to this guy.

Without realising that he could look like this.

Oh well, must run, the casting couch calls!

I’m standing at the bus stop, it’s a nice day and there are a few people around. A number of buses go by, but they’re either going in the wrong direction or full. The queue starts to dwindle and it’s getting cold and dark. Another bus finally arrives, it’s not the exact one I was waiting for, but it does seem to be going in the right general direction – I think.

What should I do ?

Hop on

or

Keep waiting

A strange thing has started to happen in Dublin. Words that 12 months ago would never have been whispered in polite company, like Aldi and Lidl, are now being said loudly and in public.

Apparently we are all tightening our belts and it has nothing to do with the new personal trainer at David Lloyds. Even my sister, (whose definition of economy is getting a taxi rather than wasting shoe leather by walking in her Louboutin’s), has started to skimp. On Sunday we went on our first shopping to Lidl.

Now we’re obviously not the only ones to downgrade as the car park was like Ballsbridge Motors, which was a bit challenging as those spaces are not designed for SL’s. (Primal did reference this phenomenon months ago, but I assumed he was joking.)

Inside the supermarket it was a dazzling mix of social classes. Who knew that a German retailer could be the catalyst for such social integration? Some customers were obviously more experienced than others, you could tell by their full baskets. The newbie’s would generally be pushing around a gigantic trolley containing a jar of jam and absolutely no wine. (You have to draw the line somewhere).

After 30 minutes and extensive use of language skills, we managed to half fill the basket. Despite the multitude of products the bill came to less than €20. Who knew you could buy food so cheaply?

One week later we still haven’t eaten anything, but we both agreed it was great value.
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PS – Twenty did a post on this topic, which is shorter and funnier, but as I had already written mine I was determined to post.