A Whole New Year…
Welcome to the next chapter in your life. Having spent the last afternoon of 2013 with a brand new neon yellow notebook and a bright pink fine nibbed pen contemplating what the last 12 months have brought in and what my hopes are for the next 12, I considered the avalanche of platitudes and wise words offered up through face book at this time of year. Within the sea of go forth and conquer, strive for your dreams and go boldly where your heart desires, I settled on the concept of blowing up the narrow parameters of what we think is possible for ourselves… After all, as Audrey Hepburn so wisely pointed out, nothing is impossible, even the word itself says “I’m possible”.
As I prepare myself to delve into unknown waters, I will strive to retain my Scottish va va voom in Hollywood and in case things get a little heavy will reach for a spot of professional help in these dark January days in the form of a boxed red nose. May all your 2014 days delight and amuse you and whenever you come across a serious bump in the road, reach for nose.
An orange a day…
…keeps the feathers at bay. Behind the scenes for Feathers and Toasts Halloween special was an autumnal blaze of oranges, reds and the occasional neon peep.
Somehow the Scottish Mime became some sort of rogue fortune teller, complete with burnt sienna headscarf and pumpkin in hand, the future looks bright. The future is indeed Orange.
As the leaves are turning and the costumes are glittering may your days be merry and bright, and may all your pumpkins be carved.
A WHOLE NEW WORLD…
…when one discovers that ones doctors surgery is opposite Chanel, one can rest assured that one is most certainly not in Aberdeenshire any longer. With a general dread of all things medical, a certain amount of style in the local environment does in fact go a long way in calming ones frayed nerves. That and a lot of yogic breathing.
Gravity screening at Warner Bros on Monday eve was stupendously brilliant and if it wasn’t for the niggling impending fast at midnight in prep for Tuesdays doctors visit I would have languished even more in the presence of Sandra Bullock and Alfonso Cuaron. However, me and the Prius had to hotfoot it back over the canyons to west Hollywood before my cinderella curfew fell upon us. As much hummus on toast and ice cream was consumed pre the witching hour. Warner Bros on a Monday though is a beautiful sight to behold:
Last night was a supreme example of pride coming before a fall when I waxed lyrical about being refunded for parking tickets to a friend post restaurant only to return to the Prius to a big fat West Hollywood city council ticket jammed onto my windshield. Ahh! and on that note, may your parking tickets be few and far between and may your doctors visits be even fewer and farther between and may all your sunsets over movie studios be glorious and bright and to all a very good Thursday night.