Posts by Emma Hart
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I saw the same link, then noted you (Emma, not Lyndon) had used the verb waitressed, and wondered if there might be sympathy with Joe Bennett.
Heh, I think Karl du Fresne naughtily confounds two quite different things with 'waitress' and 'actress'. A number of my friends and family have waited tables and been perfectly happy to be called 'waitresses' (largely the women). But several prominent female actors are on record as intensely disliking the term 'actress', and several others as not wanting to be called an 'actor'. My position is that, if possible, you find out what a particular individual wants to be called, and call them that. Which is rather different.
Probably not any more, but in the early days fly tower cues were called through a series of whistles, so if you whistled when you were backstage a sandbag may well have been dropped on you.
Yeah, there are still a bunch of places you do NOT want to stand in the wings of a modern theatre. Even the lightest scenery panels weigh a ton when descending from a height.
Swim regularly, and pretty soon you've seen thousands of bodies in the changing room. I find it hard to understand how people are hung up on things.
I remember once swimming with my boyfriend and a bunch of friends at some bay on the peninsula. All chivalrous-like, Boyfriend held up a towel while I got changed. The group of yobs down the beach yelled, "Show us your tits!" to which my response was, "Ask nicely!" They were disconcerted. My boyfriend was appalled.
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Not 'actress', then?
Stands well back
Aw, bless the grumpy old men. One assumes they still use words like 'aviatrix' - 'pilot' would just be too confusing.
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they were the smartest and (secretly) filthiest kids.
Heheh. "See, 'Will' means 'penis', and 'spirit' means 'semen'... in fact, anything you don't understand, just assume it's a metaphor for sex. Works most of the time."
In response to your first paragraph, I really must congratulate you on the very excellent bra you're wearing on your book cover!
Thank you. I love that bra. When it dies, I think it needs some kind of monument built to it. OTOH, my mother has just seen the cover and she's not entirely happy.
And it is wonderful to hear from you other actor-children. I knew there'd be some of you.
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Do you have to do a silly dance if I say "Macbeth"?
And will sandbags really fall on your head if you whistle at the wrong time?
Okay, to be fair, I think actor superstition is more like 'it's bad luck to get caught boffing your co-star's understudy'.
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Do you have an unexplained deep-seated aversion to yellow shoes by any chance?
Who isn't averse to yellow shoes? But seriously, you might have something there. And a couple of years later I was in The Wizard of Oz, which might have put me off red shoes...
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Likewise if I am speaking of Russian cities in english I don’t suddenly say Mockba
My nurse was complaining that my blood pressure was too low. I think that's done the trick nicely.
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Noting the date and time as the point where I gave up on satire as pointless.
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Ha -- you obviously missed the referendum where Laws voted that he'd always pronounced it that way.
And note his extended lesson on the correct phrasing of 'foul swoop'. He was most insistent that 'foul' is the right word. Lhaws' agenda is becoming clear - a whole new language, one word at a time.
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I think the last I heard was that she was in the halls of residence sharing a room with a complete bitch.
Hey! I'm sure the word she used a lot was 'slut'.
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I was surprised (pleasantly, in the first instance) to discover that, in some respects, some people haven't changed.
One of the things that contributed to my reluctance was that over the years I've noticed that when I go back 'home', I revert to how I used to be when I lived there. There are patterns, some part of me that stays at my Mum's and waits for me, and I don't particularly like it. I really dreaded the idea of going back to the school and finding myself falling back into those old patterns.
And I must have missed the purpose of this dress-up opportunity upthread.
It was mostly about me coming home from hospital a bit down and discovering that I don't really own any clothes. And my favourite skirt (if you've met me more than once, you've probably seen it) is dying. I wanted to buy myself something nice, and couldn't find anything. Also, vanity sizing? Can die in a ditch. I just want to pick something up with a reasonable idea of whether it'll fit or not. And someone with a 37" chest is NOT a size 8.
Megan is much better at shopping than I, and has found me some lovely things. I'm considering some kind of sponsorship deal - then I could have a Public Ad Dress.