To be quite honest, I think my last post was about the shortest and most down-to-earth welcoming post I have ever written in my absolute entire life. It also, unfortunately, looks like the
last short post because I waffle on too much, seriously. Anyway, hi. Tonight is the night that my episodes of Waterloo Road come out - a much anticipated night. I moved up to Scotland to film them last year, leaving at the start of my second year of college (no complaints there) and journeying off on the train with my new found friend and brother, Leo.
Living on my own in Scotland is the thing I chose to talk about most, steering conversations away from the story lines because I'm not wanting to give too much away until they're out. My passion for acting and filming and how much fun I had doing that is indescribable. I adore and love my job more than anything and I felt so damn lucky up there. I still feel lucky and thankful down here, at home but still. You know what I mean.
I got the audition in September (the 11th was the date, I can remember dates very well, it's weird) and got the call back on the 13th. I had to travel up to Scotland and that was fab, met some lovely, lovely people and fellow actors/actresses at the audition and it was revealed to us that day who got the part. Me and Leo stayed overnight, then, had our costume fittings the next day and then back home for ten days to sort our lives out then we moved back up for 3 months.
Living on my own was really weird. It was fantastic, because I could do whatever I wanted (within reason, I realised). I had so many fun times in that flat. There was the time when I got locked out (3 times - thank you dude in G3, I owe ya), the time when I got locked in (I cried, leave it at that) and the time I spent Hallowe'en sat in an inflatable drinks holder, filled with sweets, with a blow-up skeleton. I was on my own. We went to a party the next day, though, so it was all good. And my mates came up, so that was fabulous! And I lived a 15 minute (sometimes 20 minute) walk away from Tesco. I probably spent most of my time there. First week I got ID'd for a teaspoon, which amused both Tesco employees and I alike.
And you should have seen the flat at Christmas! Glitter everywhere. Seriously. I loved Christmas up in Scotland, especially Glasgow, that was asbolutely amazing. The markets were great as well. MY favourite place was the little Caffe Nero - I walked in once and the guy behind the counter sees me and goes: "Banana milkshake?" I was like part of the crew.
And I was friendly with the people who worked in the sweetshop in Greenock so I spent a lot of time at the sweetshop in Glasgow trying to establish the same relationship. I'm sure I'm one of them weird people that no one wants to sit next to on the bus. Anyway, my actual point is that, despite being 124% convinced that my flat was haunted, I survived living by myself. Which I don't really think anyone expected, not even me.
Apart from losing keys, not being able to work the intercom, only using the cooker to heat milk, not having enough strength to turn the iron on, once using the dishwasher to wash only one spoon, forgetting to put my bedcovers back on, forgetting to put the heating on and once nearly leaving the building without pants on - I did pretty well.
