So, I have been unbelievebly creative these last few days and I've been loving it.

It's probably due to the fact that I haven't been at The Shop too much recently (I'm back to working part time now) but there are other factors and it's what I have talked about before which is inspiration.  I  have to feel inspired and happy to write and produce work that I enjoy doing and am pleased with.  The last couple of days I have been customising some of my old clothes (one of my favourite pasttimes) and have been reading a brilliant book, The Kite Runner.  Although I must say why it has to have teenage bum rape in it is just far too distressing for me to think about...I realise that is part of the book but I was in floods of tears the other night reading it...Apparently it gets harser!  Oh help!  Very good book so far though.

Anyway, I was going to write a blog here about how music inspires me to write (I'm currently listening to Fleetwood Mac and Janis Joplin) and how I have to have the radio or music on in the background to be able to write...Not sure why, that's just the way my terribly over complicated and dramatic mind works but then I watched something on tele last night that reminded of what I really love to do and should do more often and that is watch movies.

I don't watch them enough or go to the cinema enough and I should because I always feel inspired after watching great movies.  Recently I watched History Boys (I got the DVD for Christmas from my bro), there are great extras on it, and I also watched The Way we were, which was a b'day present from Old Flattie.  So gorgeous and romantic but sad and well...unfortunately so me and probably the way I'm going to end up!!  Anyway, they did make me feel great and got me thinking and when I think, I dream and when I dream, I write.

Last night, however, after having had to endure the football (I was sewing buttons onto a jumper though so I was mildly distracted) I was flicking through the channels and on BBC 1 was Cast Away.  Soooooo many memories came flooding back about this film and I sat mesmerised for 2 hours.  I first saw it at the Barbican centre in (I think) 2001...or was it 2002?...I can't quite remember but I saw it with someone I thought I would spend the rest of my life with.  (I'm currently single so that never happened!! HA!)  We loved it so much and we had our own private jokes from the film that so weirdly I thought of yesterday morning!!

As I sat there sniffing and bawling and wiping snot onto my new customised jumper I thought about how much I  Tom Hanks too.  My friend, Schmemmers, told me last week that he was on Jonathon Ross and I'm so gutted I missed it.  I just think he's the bollocks and about 2 years ago I went through, quite a long stage of thinking when (there's no if about it) I do meet him I would have to kiss him squarely on the lips.  No need for a french kiss just a big smacker - that's all I want.  I love him for Big, for Philadelphia, for Forest Gump, for You've got Mail, Cast Away, for finding and producing My big, fat greek Wedding, for having a lush wife, for being a secure man and a genuinely nice person but most of all for Joe verses the Volcano...Oh the teenage memories I have from watching that film at the Astra Akrotiri Cinema are prizeless!

So, I went to bed feeling good and inspired and in the mood to write a simply fabulous show for our Valentine Special on Tuesday 12th Feb.  Reedy is improvising a sketch with me next week for the show so that should be interesting. I've realised that I learnt a lot from the last show too about what to do and what not to do to get laughs and so seeing as that's why I originally set up this night I see that as a good thing.

Off to write Kenton and Bibi Bainbridge...But before I do, I would like to reward those people who have been reading this blog (I think it's about 3 of you)  Over the next few weeks, and before the next show, I shall post a code word on this blog that means when you say it at the door you shall get a discounted ticket.  Don't be telling everyone about it....Keep it to yourself as it is simply a small thank you from me to you for being loyal and reading the shit that comes out of my head....

The Chain awaits being danced to in my kitchen.
Love
matt's little sister xxxx