Megan's Head

A place where Megan gets off her head.

Month: March 2007 (Page 2 of 6)


So, the Jamaican authorities are treating Bob Woolmer’s death as a murder. He was strangled. I cannot begin to tell you how disgusted I am. And sad. And shocked. And repulsed. Who could do such a thing?

Is it unreasonable of me to expect that cricket could just be a beautiful game?


So, it’s early in the morning, my back is in total agony, I have screaming allergies and I am in the middle of industrial theatre hell. But I am happy. Purely unadulteratedly happy. My back is sore because Big Friendly and I slept on a blow-up mattress on the lounge floor. Big Friendly’s sister is here with her 3 year old sun and one year old moon boys asleep in the main bedroom. In our spare bedroom sleeps our pregnant Durban sister-in-law. The house is a zoo! But I have the day off and family to spend it with.

Last night, while the sun and moon were bathing, the sun looked into the mirror, saw me and asked, “What you thinking?” I nearly passed out. A three year old. “What you thinking?” ! Then, before they went to sleep, I had to carry the sun back to the bathroom. I had to carry him so we didn’t get his nice clean feet dirty! We had to go so he could check that nobody had moved ‘the beautiful soap’ that he had left on the side of the bath. Comforted that it was still in the same place, he was able to say his goodnights.

Everybody is here for a visit. It’s the first time they have seen our house. And what makes it even more special is that it’s my birthday on Sunday. Like I said. I am happy.

confession of a theatre lapse

It’s been weeks since my last review. I have seen nothing live on stage for absolute ages. I have no plans to see anything soon. I am not keeping my word to you. I suppose I’ll drag myself and Big Friendly off to see SUIP next week. I’ve seen it twice before, in previous incarnations but with the same cast, so ‘fresh and original’ are words that don’t describe it for me. Don’t get me wrong. SUIP is a brilliant script brilliantly directed by Heinrich Reisenhofer and brilliantly performed by the cast. It just feels like it gets pulled out, dusted off and thrown onto stage a little too often.

I suppose I could drag myself (can’t imagine that Big Friendly will even consider joining me) to the latest version of Fiela se Kind, although the horrifying experience of Fiela – the Musical still rings in my ears.

Just to make sure I wasn’t missing out on anything else, I have just flipped onto Artscape’s website. Its byline is ARTSCAPE – At the cenre of creative excellence. This is what’s on the What’s On page. Casper de Vries – Mondig – ‘n Splinternuwe vertoning vir alle Casperane 13 – 26 Nov 2007. That’s in NOVEMBER!! Then there is a really exciting offering from the CLAREMONT DRAMATIC SOCIETY!!!! At ARTSCAPE!!!

Naa. I’ll stay home and sleep in front of the cricket.

Big Friendly’s new email pal

So, this is a personal letter sent to Big Friendly. I swear I have not changed ONE WORD!

How are you? My name is Alena. I from Russia, city Cheboksary. To me 28 years. I shall tell to you about myself a little.

I corresponded with the man from the your country before. His name Mark. He is from your country. We had a long correspondence and Mark wanted, that I have arrived to him in the your country that I have seen what life there. We have together submitted the statement on reception of the visa in your country! Mark spoke, that will help my in our meeting. I thought, that have met on the Internet the love.

I and Mark made the big plans for the future, but in a flash all has changed. From the moment of submission of the statement for the application of the visa has passed 5 months. For these five months there was for what I least waited. Mark informed, that his former wife has returned to him and lives together with him. Soon they should get married. And now in Mark plans there is no me. I wrote to him some times after that, but Mark have wished me only good luck in the further searches worthy men and have told, that our ways miss. And in October to me there has come the invitation in embassy behind reception of the visa.

In the beginning I wanted to throw out the invitation in embassy. To me it was sad, because my dreams were failed, I have nobody to fly in the your country. But my uncle have dissuaded me from resolute actions and have told, that else there is a chance to find worthy the man and to use the visa to a meeting with him. I well know English and practically I have visa your country. My uncle speaks, that it really solves many problems.

Approximately in 7 days the visa will be ready, and I should go to Moscow behind reception of the visa. I write to you because in my heart there is an empty seat. I do not search rich or poor. I search careful and responsible man which wants to enjoy a life together. Is this person you? I think, that I ask not much. I have told to you a little about my life. I have told not all about myself, but it will be easier to me to write about myself if you will ask questions which interest you. I have told to you my history, and now I shall look forward to hearing from you with impatience. Write to me! I shall send you more photo in the following letter. I wait you answer. Alena.

P.S. I shall answer with pleasure if you write to me on:

Northern Exposure

It was my all time most favourite even better than V or Twin Peaks TV show. And John Corbett played my favourite character. Remember the dagga smoking, philosophising, totally sexy voiced dj? So Big Friendly is truly attentive, and he found out that John Corbett is a country singer. That’s his first love. And one of mine! go here, John Corbett and give it a listen. It ain’t half bad.

wake me up before it’s over

It’s official. My interest is flagging. I don’t even know who played last night, never mind the results. The beginning of this world cup has been a long drawn out yawn. The most disruptive and emotional thing has been the sudden and unexpected death of Bob Woolmer. Very very sad.

TheatreSports on the other hand had a serious kick ass show last night. The audience was so small I was able to count them from stage. But, I wanna tell you; they got their money’s worth. Stuff happened on stage last night that will never happen again in the universe. It was a totally original, out there, crazy, creative barn dance. The most unbelievable Shakespeare, featuring Michael Jackson Poison, a thriller with a dangerous marshmallow, a child embarrassed at school for not having a bugle. You needed to be there.

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