November 30, 2004

petticoat junction!

Weekend was good. Australia beat the poms in the rugby… Yeah!

Then this week I’ve been busy working in Stirling again. Today I was a bit cleaner, less ‘old towner’ and a bit more respectable. Essentially dressed in my Sunday best, I was filmed leaving church. I don’t know how or why, but they managed to stick another petticoat on me so that today I was carrying around at least an extrea 8 or 9 kilos of petticoats and skirt – all wool – all very heavy. My feet will be glad for the day off tomorrow.

I’m not working tomorrow in favour of returning to my photography course, I haven’t been able to make it lately because filming goes too late into the night to make it back into Glasgow in-time – so tomorrow is it. I’m concentrating on my pictures so that I can get a couple framed and ready for christmas gifts…

Only 17 days to go….

filles at 6:37 pm

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November 26, 2004

Quebecois vs French

Christmas is certainly happening here in Glasgow. Yesterday I wandered into town to visit Frasers ‘one day sale’ and you should have seen it! There were millions of people in the store and outside on Buchanon St. It felt like Boxing Day in Montreal. Incredible. All the restaurants were full with queues snaking around the entrances out onto the street. Julie and I opted for Soba. No queue, but it was full, and the service was impossible. There appeared to be one waitress, one barman and one chef – all to feed a neverending stream of hungry shoppers.

We ordered and waited, and waited, Julie took a cab home to check some guests in (she owns a guesthouse) and returned to find we still hadn’t received our main course! It was long, but as always it was worth the wait.

I spent the rest of the afternoon shopping to the tunes of Kylie out in the street…

In the evening we had plans to go to the French Film Festival on at the GFT. Michelle had a girls work dinner organised at the Arthouse Hotel, so Julie and I planned to go see ‘Quebec.Montreal’ – billed here as a Quebec road movie. All was running to plan till we got to the cash to buy our tickets

“Quebec.Montreal viewers please note: unfortunately the film was sent with only French subtitles and not English. Sorry for any inconvenience.”

This was the sign above the ticket booth. What? Why? How ridiculous.

Firstly it annoys me that French people actually request that there be subtitles to a Quebecois film – it’s the same damn language, just a different accent, and secondly, how do you propose to show a French language film with French subtitles to a predominately Scottish audience?

Anyway, suffice to say we didn’t stay. It would have been pure torture for Julie who not only doesn’t speak French but as rule, only ever goes to the cinema with us when we drag her – she doesn’t like it….

A few G&T’s later at the ‘Variety Bar’, and I weaved my way home. Another busy day in Glasgow.

filles at 10:10 am

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November 23, 2004


Tomorrow I will be shooting my first ever episode of Taggart. Well, perhaps ‘shooting’ is too big a word… tomorrow, I will be standing in the background of an episode of Taggart…

… it’s definitely more accurate, but it certainly doesn’t sound as good, does it?

For those of you who don’t know Taggart, it is the longest running thriller detective show on TV, 20 odd years! It’s set in Glasgow, Maryhill in fact, which is not too far from where we live…

filles at 9:46 pm

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So, better late than never, no?

Do you remember back in August when I went for a tour of the Glasgow Council Chambers I gave myself a challenge to get invited to a “do” in the formal ballroom? Well, I took the challenge very seriously, and I told everyone I knew, and everyone that I met – about wanting to be invited…. and, it paid off.

Last Friday, a guy that works with Michelle, whom I met on our last hillwalking weekend away in Newtonmore – had remembered my challenge and discussed it with his wife – who, wait for it, works for Glasgow Council and who kindly procured for us 4(!) tickets to a civic reception happening in the ballroom Sunday night after the official lighting of the christmas lights in George Square.

So that’s where we went. We stood out in the rain listening to the music, doing the countdown with thousands of others to the switching on of the lights, watched the beautiful but never-ending fireworks display (they use our council tax for this?), and then we trundled indoors and celebrated with finger food and refreshments along with another 200 or so guests.


When it was all over, we came home to give a run-down to Francis who had decided not to join us, and sat down to watch an excellent episode of Top Gear!

What a lovely wet Sunday evening!

filles at 9:18 pm

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November 21, 2004

Special dates

Since I’ve spent all morning deleting filthy comments, I’m running out of time to give you news of our last couple of days….

Yesterday was our godchild’s 1st birthday. We understand that the day was a success, he was happy, his mum & dad were happy, even his big sister Moselle was happy! Unfortunately we couldn’t be there with him, but we did send our best wishes and lots of love.

We were in Edinburgh yesterday. I was working there on Friday, doing my part in Greyfriars Bobby and Michelle & Francis took the train to meet me. We stayed overnight and all day yesterday. It was lovely. Michelle took Francis walking up to Arthurs Seat and beyond, while I did some galleries, and then in the afternoon we met and went to the see the Andy Warhol exhibition at the National Gallery of Modern Art. It’s quite incredible really. Not something that I would aspire to putting on my walls, but incredible all the same.

This morning they have left for golf in the rain, and I’m supposed to be getting my stuff together for the day and evening to come.

We have a big date tonight courtesy of a very kind couple that we met on our last hillwalking weekend away.

I’ll tell you more tomorrow!

filles at 11:20 am

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Spam sicko’s

That’s it. No more comments.

I’ve been hit again with SPAM comments. You’d think that there were enough SICKO’s in the world that people who push this kind of sick perverted stuff wouldn’t have to push it onto us as well! But no. They insist on defacing everything they can, and I’ve had enough.

I’ve blocked the access now. Once I get a moment I’ll remove the option. For those of you who do use the comments legitimately I’m sorry, you’ll have to email me instead. Please go ahead, my email address is listed.

filles at 11:08 am

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November 17, 2004

The c*$% who owns the Renault… *

Our car is kaput. Again. Something to do with driveshafts, CV joints and gators(!). All another language to me. I spent the day travelling about to various garages because each would only do one specific portion of the work, I came up against various different types, some pleasant, some not so pleasant – and at the end of the day the car is still not fixed.

Tomorrow morning I will be taking the train to Prestwick to meet Francis’ flight from Paris, not willing to risk a 27 mile journey in a car that may ‘break’ along the way. The car will be ferried about and all going well it should be brand spanking new by 5pm tomorrow afternoon.

I’ve got my fingers crossed, but I refuse to hold my breath!

* this was one of the not so pleasant mechanics words for me… actually it turned out I wasn’t the c%$# he was referring to, instead it was the owner of a Megane!

filles at 9:48 pm

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November 16, 2004

a romp in a corset

Nice weekend. Lots of work. Friday at BBC studios. Friday night at the Odeon for United Pictures. Monday in Stirling for Greyfriars Bobby.

Not hard work. And certainly more fun than sitting behind a desk, but work all the same. It was a long 14 hour day yesterday, outside in the rain, in 5 petticoats and a corset and some tiny high boots and a bonnet. Not my chosen outfit let me tell you…

Other than that, we had a nice little dinner party here on Saturday night. Saw Super Size Me on Sunday afternoon at the CCA and Bridget Jones v2 that evening. Bit movied out really.

Supersize Me made me feel physically sick and Bridget Jones was a load of sentimental fuzzy stuff with a few laughs. A typical feel good film if you were in need of one, otherwise just a load of unthreatening light rompy trash.

Getting ready for our next guest who arrives Thursday… along with planning the detaiils of our christmas trip, crafting christmas presents, cleaning, catching up on the soaps, grocery shopping and the rest of the stuff that generally fills my days! Hope you’re having a good one!

filles at 3:22 pm

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November 12, 2004

KD et al

Today I went to a funeral. Not literally. But I did dress in black for it, I did stand by a coffin (in fact two) and I did have a sorrowful look on my face.

I guess that despite the major differences – like it wasn’t real, there wasn’t a body, and that it was filmed under hot lights on a tv set – it was very authentic. And I have to admit, a lot of fun.

It was for Scotlands most famous female comedian, her show. Just 5 seconds of me. But I was so chuffed to be there, I could barely hold it together. When she came over to introduce herself to me, as she did, very politely, I blurted out our whole story of how we were new to Glasgow, and when we first got here we could hardly understand ‘Chewin the Fat’ therefore didn’t find it funny, but now after 18 months, and with re-runs on tv, we find it hilarious, especially the air traffic controllers, and we wouldn’t miss it for the world, and how we think she is so good – even if we have only just discovered her, and the rest of Britain has well since discovered how wonderful she is, and was it her shopping at TK Max on Saturday downtown? ‘Yes?’ aye, well we saw you there then, and yes we love Glasgow and blah blah blah. Barely a breath.

Thankfully she is very kind. And very sweet. And she did participate in my ramble, allowing me at least to keep a little dignity. She told me of her trip to Australia earlier this year, of her friend who was from the southern beaches of Sydney, how she loved it there, and a brief discussion on immigration under the de-facto option to Australia.

The whole exchange lasted about 5 minutes. I was well excited.

When I finished I came home and called Michelle on the mobile. She’s playing golf at Turnberry today, therefore, of course the phone was on answer-phone.

“Guess who I worked with today?”
“Your new hero”
“Who we saw at TK Max on the weekend”
“yep, can you believe it? She was dead nice”.

filles at 1:33 pm

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November 11, 2004


I’m off earning money. Extra’ing. Funeral attendant, passer-by. You name it, I’m doing it….

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November 10, 2004

It’s starting to get to me..

I’ve had this cold now for 10.5 days now, and counting. It is really, really tiresome. As well as the coughing, sneezing and talking in a rather low gravelly voice, I think I’m starting to feel the nagging effects of depression starting to take hold. Everything is getting all too difficult.

I’m going to go spend the day outside I think today. Try to catch a little vitamin D from the sun – that should right me. I hope.

filles at 9:15 am

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November 8, 2004


Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we’re kids? If you’re less than 10 years old, you’re so excited about aging that you think in fractions. “How old are you?” “I’m four and a half!” You’re never thirty-six and a half. You’re four and a half, going on five! That’s the key.

You get into your teens, now they can’t hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead. “How old are you?” “I’m gonna be 16!” You could be 13, but hey, you’re gonna be 16!

And then the greatest day of your life . . . you become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony . . YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!!

But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk. He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There’s no fun now, you’re just a sour-dumpling. What’s wrong? What’s changed?

You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you’re PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it’s all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50 and your dreams are gone.

But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn’t think you would!

So you; become 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.

You’ve built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it’s a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday! You get into your 80s and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn’t end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; “I Was JUST 92.”

Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. “I’m 100 and a half!”

word for word from a George Carlin monologue

filles at 9:53 am

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November 7, 2004

A grey extra

I have a new sideline as an ‘extra’. I had my first call out yesterday for a costume fitting. I get the feeling it’s going to be lots of fun. I was prodded and poked and fitted into a corset and big flouncy dress, boots and bonnet for my two roles – first as a ‘passer-by’ in the old town, the second as a ‘passenger’ on a stage coach. The second was whispered in revered tones as it was a ‘continuation part’. Meaning I would need to come back another day and wear the same things and look the same(!). Big deal, right?

Sounded good to me. I was told the day before that filming would be over the next 2 weeks so hey… I was getting paid to attend the fitting, plus 2 days extra work. Great. Sure, sounds good to me.

Then, when I was leaving I was informed that I probably wouldn’t do the second part of my ‘continuation’ part until mid December – and therefore DON’T CHANGE! What??? I have to leave my hair like this until MID DECEMBER???

Now that I think of it the extra 60 quid hardly seems worth it. I’ll have to go to all the xmas parties and nights out with my distinguished grey making an unwelcome partner. Damn!

Nevermind. My new life as an extra is just beginning…

filles at 11:41 am

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November 5, 2004

Want a little bit of plastic on toast?

I was informed of the following via a Health Sciences Institute e-Alert recently:

That margarine is but ONE MOLECULE away from being PLASTIC. If this is true, this alone should be enough to have you avoid margarine for life and anything else that is hydrogenated.

They suggest you try this yourself: purchase a tub of margarine and leave it in your garage or shaded area. Within a couple of days you will note a couple of things: no flies, not even those pesky fruit flies go near it (that should tell you
something) It does not rot or smell differently. Nothing will grow on it – not even those teeny weeny microorganisms will not find a home to grow. Why? Because it is nearly plastic.

Would you melt your Tupperware and spread that on your toast?

filles at 1:13 pm

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And another thing…

Now, what you may ask, would have happened if the whole world could have voted in this weeks US presidential election….

The folks at BetaVote went about finding just that out. Out of almost half a million votes from around the world, the results came in at: Kerry 421,770 (88%), Bush 55,242 (11%)

To see the details, country by country, visit

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