<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149039</id><updated>2024-08-29T06:24:02.714+01:00</updated><category term="Glam Road"/><category term="The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful"/><title type='text'>The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful</title><subtitle type='html'>Step inside one woman&#39;s world as she climbs to the top (in kitten heels). Aspiring actress Lucy McGinn shares her adventures in a new chapter every couple of weeks. Season 3 is now underway!&#xa;&#xa;&lt;br&gt; &#xa;&lt;br&gt;&#xa;&#xa;New readers, please start at the beginning by clicking the links on the right.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Devon Dudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00762024025149729019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSubwO7EogaX6O7pmz-AHGE5PX07pxnBJ5FemJhhlHz3zChDl__V72MyhMw1w-KRLtlMFSszddY-MwfQx_Pd6QkkwKe14wJqvqrR3BWNbJXMTy4ZheCQqHSaJ79U-sjM/s220/twitter.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149039.post-8171246274799714600</id><published>2007-06-02T14:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T14:44:46.621+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glam Road"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful"/><title type='text'>City of Industry</title><summary type="text">The second out-of-town audition I had was in Manchester. Marcus said not to bother going, but I had recently been (gently) encouraging my agent to send me on more auditions, so I had to go. Besides, what was so bad about Manchester? Everyone seemed to love their soccer – err football – team, so it couldn’t be that bad.Despite my best efforts to look imposing and in need of space, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/8171246274799714600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/8171246274799714600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/2007/06/city-of-industry_02.html' title='City of Industry'/><author><name>Devon Dudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00762024025149729019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSubwO7EogaX6O7pmz-AHGE5PX07pxnBJ5FemJhhlHz3zChDl__V72MyhMw1w-KRLtlMFSszddY-MwfQx_Pd6QkkwKe14wJqvqrR3BWNbJXMTy4ZheCQqHSaJ79U-sjM/s220/twitter.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149039.post-6184380280026726600</id><published>2007-05-27T17:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T23:07:35.356+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glam Road"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful"/><title type='text'>A Dirty Shame</title><summary type="text">When your agent calls and says “you have an audition tomorrow,” you say “great – what time?” You don’t say “What’s the part? Where’s the audition? What kind of character will I be playing?” or heaven forbid ask “What’s my character’s motivation?” If the audition is for a commercial, you don’t get to evaluate the product to determine whether it’s really something you want to promote. You simply </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/6184380280026726600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/6184380280026726600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/dirty-shame.html' title='A Dirty Shame'/><author><name>Devon Dudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00762024025149729019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSubwO7EogaX6O7pmz-AHGE5PX07pxnBJ5FemJhhlHz3zChDl__V72MyhMw1w-KRLtlMFSszddY-MwfQx_Pd6QkkwKe14wJqvqrR3BWNbJXMTy4ZheCQqHSaJ79U-sjM/s220/twitter.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149039.post-2762080367492925991</id><published>2007-05-12T14:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T16:43:19.926+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glam Road"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful"/><title type='text'>Cut Off</title><summary type="text">Once I had some presenting experience, the doors were opened for more presenting auditions – corporate gigs, internet “TV shows”, etc. I tried imaging my career taking the trajectory of Greg Kinnear’s – working my way up to presenting on E! and then landing a career-defining role like his portrayal of a gay artist in As Good as it Gets.I got a job doing some “man on the street” interviews, or vox</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/2762080367492925991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/2762080367492925991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/2007/05/as-good-as-it-gets.html' title='Cut Off'/><author><name>Devon Dudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00762024025149729019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSubwO7EogaX6O7pmz-AHGE5PX07pxnBJ5FemJhhlHz3zChDl__V72MyhMw1w-KRLtlMFSszddY-MwfQx_Pd6QkkwKe14wJqvqrR3BWNbJXMTy4ZheCQqHSaJ79U-sjM/s220/twitter.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149039.post-115323873493989530</id><published>2006-07-21T11:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T23:42:32.001+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glam Road"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful"/><title type='text'>Bee Season</title><summary type="text">“There’s more to London’s nightlife than musicals and plays. After you see a show in the West End, why not step into Soho, where you’ll find some of the trendiest hotspots in London. Just around the corner from The Palace Theatre, you’ll find Kettners where you can enjoy some bubbly at the champagne bar or relax and listen to the pianist in this lavish lounge…”I had a paid gig for the London </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/115323873493989530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/115323873493989530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/2006/10/bee-season.html' title='Bee Season'/><author><name>Devon Dudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00762024025149729019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSubwO7EogaX6O7pmz-AHGE5PX07pxnBJ5FemJhhlHz3zChDl__V72MyhMw1w-KRLtlMFSszddY-MwfQx_Pd6QkkwKe14wJqvqrR3BWNbJXMTy4ZheCQqHSaJ79U-sjM/s220/twitter.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149039.post-115280474338786347</id><published>2006-07-14T09:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:11:03.443+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glam Road"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful"/><title type='text'>Reality Bites</title><summary type="text">On my first paid acting gig, I earned £50 for a full day working on a “TV pilot”. It sounded exciting – six characters living in trendy Hoxton. We’d be filming all day. Sure £50 wasn’t a lot, but there was the hope that future work, at Equity rates, would be forthcoming.Unfortunately, when I turned up I realized we were being paid to do the writer/director’s work for him. He had no script, no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/115280474338786347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/115280474338786347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/2006/07/reality-bites.html' title='Reality Bites'/><author><name>Devon Dudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00762024025149729019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSubwO7EogaX6O7pmz-AHGE5PX07pxnBJ5FemJhhlHz3zChDl__V72MyhMw1w-KRLtlMFSszddY-MwfQx_Pd6QkkwKe14wJqvqrR3BWNbJXMTy4ZheCQqHSaJ79U-sjM/s220/twitter.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149039.post-115255058364281768</id><published>2006-07-10T17:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:11:03.444+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glam Road"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful"/><title type='text'>Back to School</title><summary type="text">Every few months, an actor needs to put something new on her résumé to show she’s been active, engaged in the industry and is thus employable, i.e. not a lazy couch-surfing wannabe who’s hoping for her big break to fly through the window. I was well overdue for a résumé refresh, but short on time, so I signed up for a few one-day courses at City Lit. An interview was required to get a space so I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/115255058364281768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/115255058364281768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Devon Dudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00762024025149729019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSubwO7EogaX6O7pmz-AHGE5PX07pxnBJ5FemJhhlHz3zChDl__V72MyhMw1w-KRLtlMFSszddY-MwfQx_Pd6QkkwKe14wJqvqrR3BWNbJXMTy4ZheCQqHSaJ79U-sjM/s220/twitter.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149039.post-114986309519952440</id><published>2006-06-16T09:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:11:03.444+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glam Road"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful"/><title type='text'>Six Days Seven Nights</title><summary type="text">Everyone knows the only way to get a tan without causing wrinkles is to use self tanner. So being in an ageist industry and having a Nicole-Kidman-like pallor, I naturally chose this route to becoming a bronzed summer beauty (as advertised on the bottle). Shortly after the first appearance of the British sun, when most of the population had pink-tinged skin from their annual </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/114986309519952440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/114986309519952440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/2006/06/six-days-seven-nights.html' title='Six Days Seven Nights'/><author><name>Devon Dudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00762024025149729019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSubwO7EogaX6O7pmz-AHGE5PX07pxnBJ5FemJhhlHz3zChDl__V72MyhMw1w-KRLtlMFSszddY-MwfQx_Pd6QkkwKe14wJqvqrR3BWNbJXMTy4ZheCQqHSaJ79U-sjM/s220/twitter.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149039.post-114984015678293710</id><published>2006-06-09T09:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:11:03.444+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glam Road"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful"/><title type='text'>Splash</title><summary type="text">When London’s summer finally arrives, a shared joy spreads across the city. Moods are improved and people are friendlier and less hurried. Bars and pubs from Angel to Soho to Clapham have people spilling out of them onto the sidewalks and streets, taking the rare opportunity to enjoy a pint in the great outdoors. When it gets too hot however, trouble begins. Bus rides become sticky and getting on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/114984015678293710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/114984015678293710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/2006/06/splash.html' title='Splash'/><author><name>Devon Dudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00762024025149729019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSubwO7EogaX6O7pmz-AHGE5PX07pxnBJ5FemJhhlHz3zChDl__V72MyhMw1w-KRLtlMFSszddY-MwfQx_Pd6QkkwKe14wJqvqrR3BWNbJXMTy4ZheCQqHSaJ79U-sjM/s220/twitter.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149039.post-114787742857034945</id><published>2006-05-17T15:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:11:03.445+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glam Road"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful"/><title type='text'>The Singing Nun</title><summary type="text">Having an American accent in London can be a positive or a negative for an actor: there are fewer parts for Americans, but fewer people competing for them. So I always keep my eye out for castings requesting “native American speakers” (presumably they don’t mean American Indians). My agent sent me on an audition for a low budget musical. I’m really not sure how she got the idea that I’m a singer,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/114787742857034945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/114787742857034945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/2006/05/singing-nun.html' title='The Singing Nun'/><author><name>Devon Dudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00762024025149729019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSubwO7EogaX6O7pmz-AHGE5PX07pxnBJ5FemJhhlHz3zChDl__V72MyhMw1w-KRLtlMFSszddY-MwfQx_Pd6QkkwKe14wJqvqrR3BWNbJXMTy4ZheCQqHSaJ79U-sjM/s220/twitter.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149039.post-114622212537212589</id><published>2006-04-28T11:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:11:03.445+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glam Road"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful"/><title type='text'>The Naked Truth</title><summary type="text">I had tried avoiding him, I postponed our meeting twice, but after bumping into him at BAFTA I could avoid him no more. I had to give Marcus an answer about the Marilyn movie. I had to decide whether or not to do nude scenes. This could be a turning point in my career – for the better, or for the worse. Who could forget what Showgirls did for Elizabeth Berkley (or didn’t do, rather)? But there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/114622212537212589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/114622212537212589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/2006/04/naked-truth.html' title='The Naked Truth'/><author><name>Devon Dudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00762024025149729019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSubwO7EogaX6O7pmz-AHGE5PX07pxnBJ5FemJhhlHz3zChDl__V72MyhMw1w-KRLtlMFSszddY-MwfQx_Pd6QkkwKe14wJqvqrR3BWNbJXMTy4ZheCQqHSaJ79U-sjM/s220/twitter.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149039.post-114554515837840293</id><published>2006-04-20T15:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:11:03.445+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glam Road"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful"/><title type='text'>Flirting with Disaster</title><summary type="text">A few text messages, a couple of exchanged voice mails, and Dean finally asked me out on a date. Or was it a date? You never know with these industry things. I didn’t care – we were going to see a movie. Not just any movie – a premiere. It wasn’t at just any old cinema either. It turns out Dean is a card-carrying member of BAFTA. I couldn’t resist calling Olivia to gloat. “Olivia, guess where I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/114554515837840293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/114554515837840293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/2006/04/flirting-with-disaster.html' title='Flirting with Disaster'/><author><name>Devon Dudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00762024025149729019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSubwO7EogaX6O7pmz-AHGE5PX07pxnBJ5FemJhhlHz3zChDl__V72MyhMw1w-KRLtlMFSszddY-MwfQx_Pd6QkkwKe14wJqvqrR3BWNbJXMTy4ZheCQqHSaJ79U-sjM/s220/twitter.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149039.post-114442220376925474</id><published>2006-04-07T15:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:11:03.446+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glam Road"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful"/><title type='text'>Fever Pitch</title><summary type="text">At certain times of the year, the entertainment business in this town seems to snap into gear. No one plans to get much done over summer (particularly in August) or over the Christmas period. Then there’s a scramble to get things on the move. January seems to be the month during which all the behind-the-scenes action takes place. So after a seemingly endless dry spell, I now have audition notices</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/114442220376925474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/114442220376925474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/2006/04/fever-pitch.html' title='Fever Pitch'/><author><name>Devon Dudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00762024025149729019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSubwO7EogaX6O7pmz-AHGE5PX07pxnBJ5FemJhhlHz3zChDl__V72MyhMw1w-KRLtlMFSszddY-MwfQx_Pd6QkkwKe14wJqvqrR3BWNbJXMTy4ZheCQqHSaJ79U-sjM/s220/twitter.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149039.post-113500038773333362</id><published>2005-12-19T13:48:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:11:03.446+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glam Road"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful"/><title type='text'>Naked Lunch</title><summary type="text">Following the clothes-changing debacle, I thought I’d never hear from Marcus again. Instead, I got a text message the next week.“New script. Call me.”He must be paying by the letter.The inevitable message-decoding attempts ensued. Does he just want to share some good news about a project? Does he need actors for a read-through (unpaid, no doubt)? Or could it be that there’s a part for me? More </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/113500038773333362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/113500038773333362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/2005/12/naked-lunch.html' title='Naked Lunch'/><author><name>Devon Dudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00762024025149729019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSubwO7EogaX6O7pmz-AHGE5PX07pxnBJ5FemJhhlHz3zChDl__V72MyhMw1w-KRLtlMFSszddY-MwfQx_Pd6QkkwKe14wJqvqrR3BWNbJXMTy4ZheCQqHSaJ79U-sjM/s220/twitter.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149039.post-113435324763712047</id><published>2005-12-12T02:04:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:11:03.446+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glam Road"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful"/><title type='text'>Planes, Trains and Automobiles</title><summary type="text">Sometimes the need for glamour at one’s destination exceeds the needs for dignity on the journey there. It’s the Machiavellian principle applied to glamour: the trends justify the means.I have, on occasion, been known to put my make up on while on the tube (not known exactly, as I wouldn’t do this in the company of anyone I know). Although I have gotten my daily make-up routine down to 4 ½ </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/113435324763712047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/113435324763712047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/2005/12/planes-trains-and-automobiles.html' title='Planes, Trains and Automobiles'/><author><name>Devon Dudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00762024025149729019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSubwO7EogaX6O7pmz-AHGE5PX07pxnBJ5FemJhhlHz3zChDl__V72MyhMw1w-KRLtlMFSszddY-MwfQx_Pd6QkkwKe14wJqvqrR3BWNbJXMTy4ZheCQqHSaJ79U-sjM/s220/twitter.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149039.post-113232003896688280</id><published>2005-11-18T13:09:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:11:03.447+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glam Road"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful"/><title type='text'>Soul Food</title><summary type="text">Walking into the waiting room for an audition is often like walking into some strange hall of mirrors. The Casting Director has a brief to fill and, until you are a known actor, you fit the brief based on height/weight/ hair color/looks. So you walk into a room and see 15 versions of yourself. It can be surreal.I got an audition for a KFC commercial. Not exactly the product I’d like to be known </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/113232003896688280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/113232003896688280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/2005/11/soul-food.html' title='Soul Food'/><author><name>Devon Dudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00762024025149729019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSubwO7EogaX6O7pmz-AHGE5PX07pxnBJ5FemJhhlHz3zChDl__V72MyhMw1w-KRLtlMFSszddY-MwfQx_Pd6QkkwKe14wJqvqrR3BWNbJXMTy4ZheCQqHSaJ79U-sjM/s220/twitter.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149039.post-113174633068910802</id><published>2005-11-11T21:25:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:11:03.447+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glam Road"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful"/><title type='text'>To Die For</title><summary type="text">Being glamorous is easy when you have a personal assistant, a chef, a stylist, a hair and make-up team and time to work out two hours a day. Unfortunately, I have none of the above. It has been an indulgence, however, to go to a top London hair salon every six to eight weeks for highlights, a cut and blow dry. When I told Cheri how much it was costing me, she immediately whisked me to the nearest</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/113174633068910802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/113174633068910802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-die-for.html' title='To Die For'/><author><name>Devon Dudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00762024025149729019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSubwO7EogaX6O7pmz-AHGE5PX07pxnBJ5FemJhhlHz3zChDl__V72MyhMw1w-KRLtlMFSszddY-MwfQx_Pd6QkkwKe14wJqvqrR3BWNbJXMTy4ZheCQqHSaJ79U-sjM/s220/twitter.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149039.post-113060392956018593</id><published>2005-10-29T17:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:11:03.447+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glam Road"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful"/><title type='text'>One Hour Photo</title><summary type="text">Now that I have an agent, I only have two more of my stated goals to achieve: get paid acting work and become Fabulously Successful. Getting an agent can be a key to the former, if not the latter. But first I had to tell her what I was and wasn’t interested in doing. Theatre – yes; theatre in education – no. Feature films – yes; student films – no. Indies – yes; undies – no. Towards the objective</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/113060392956018593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/113060392956018593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-hour-photo.html' title='One Hour Photo'/><author><name>Devon Dudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00762024025149729019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSubwO7EogaX6O7pmz-AHGE5PX07pxnBJ5FemJhhlHz3zChDl__V72MyhMw1w-KRLtlMFSszddY-MwfQx_Pd6QkkwKe14wJqvqrR3BWNbJXMTy4ZheCQqHSaJ79U-sjM/s220/twitter.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149039.post-112928888292576976</id><published>2005-10-14T12:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:11:03.448+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glam Road"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful"/><title type='text'>Method</title><summary type="text">Although short of being controversial, “The Method” is still a much-discussed and debated technique (and not only on Inside the Actors Studio.) To boil down The Method technique, the actor calls upon his/her own past emotional experiences to create the character’s emotions. So when your character’s child gets run over by a train, you think about when you had to put your dog to sleep. Does The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/112928888292576976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/112928888292576976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/2005/10/method.html' title='Method'/><author><name>Devon Dudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00762024025149729019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSubwO7EogaX6O7pmz-AHGE5PX07pxnBJ5FemJhhlHz3zChDl__V72MyhMw1w-KRLtlMFSszddY-MwfQx_Pd6QkkwKe14wJqvqrR3BWNbJXMTy4ZheCQqHSaJ79U-sjM/s220/twitter.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149039.post-112864495963749992</id><published>2005-10-07T01:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:11:03.448+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glam Road"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful"/><title type='text'>L.A. Story</title><summary type="text">INT.PRESENTERLucy McGinn’s meteoric rise from “quirky neighbor” to A-list celebrity was a Cinderella affair. This is her story. This is the E! True Hollywood Story.SCENE 1: GROWING UPPRESENTERLucy grew up in a small Midwestern town where she caught the acting bug at an early age. Along with her childhood friend Betty, she used her tape recorder to make her own radio dramas. In high school, she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/112864495963749992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/112864495963749992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/2005/10/la-story.html' title='L.A. Story'/><author><name>Devon Dudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00762024025149729019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSubwO7EogaX6O7pmz-AHGE5PX07pxnBJ5FemJhhlHz3zChDl__V72MyhMw1w-KRLtlMFSszddY-MwfQx_Pd6QkkwKe14wJqvqrR3BWNbJXMTy4ZheCQqHSaJ79U-sjM/s220/twitter.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149039.post-112756270765646496</id><published>2005-09-24T12:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:11:03.448+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glam Road"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful"/><title type='text'>Gone in Sixty Seconds</title><summary type="text">There are so many reasons not to date actors: they’re flakes, they don’t have steady jobs, they’re short. But when the only people you meet are actors, sometimes it’s unavoidable. I knew Rich was a rising star when I first met him. Objectively, he was attractive enough. He had black hair, green eyes and a killer smile. He did that grungy “I don’t care”/hair slightly greasy look to T.But the thing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/112756270765646496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/112756270765646496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/2005/09/gone-in-sixty-seconds.html' title='Gone in Sixty Seconds'/><author><name>Devon Dudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00762024025149729019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSubwO7EogaX6O7pmz-AHGE5PX07pxnBJ5FemJhhlHz3zChDl__V72MyhMw1w-KRLtlMFSszddY-MwfQx_Pd6QkkwKe14wJqvqrR3BWNbJXMTy4ZheCQqHSaJ79U-sjM/s220/twitter.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149039.post-112687659580811326</id><published>2005-09-16T09:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:11:03.449+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glam Road"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful"/><title type='text'>The Crying Game</title><summary type="text">The completion of a major project is inevitably followed by a period of “now what”. The Fringe wasn’t exactly the big break I need but at least it’s a good résumé builder. The end of the Fringe was a big party. The whole thing is supposed to be actually – if you’re not developing a slight hunch from 30 pounds of flyers strapped to your back. At least I made some good contacts. But it’s too soon </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/112687659580811326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/112687659580811326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/2005/09/crying-game.html' title='The Crying Game'/><author><name>Devon Dudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00762024025149729019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSubwO7EogaX6O7pmz-AHGE5PX07pxnBJ5FemJhhlHz3zChDl__V72MyhMw1w-KRLtlMFSszddY-MwfQx_Pd6QkkwKe14wJqvqrR3BWNbJXMTy4ZheCQqHSaJ79U-sjM/s220/twitter.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149039.post-112567473763243168</id><published>2005-09-02T16:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:11:03.449+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glam Road"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful"/><title type='text'>Braveheart</title><summary type="text">Thursday10 a.m.After several hours of flyering yesterday with 30 pounds of flyers in my backpack (not an exaggeration), we only had a dozen people in the audience. I’m feeling pretty beat up but I have to get back out there and pass them out again today.11:30 a.m.Did I mention I&#39;m covered in mosquito bites? I don&#39;t even know how I could possibly get so many on my butt – I’ve been wearing jeans </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/112567473763243168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/112567473763243168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/2005/09/braveheart.html' title='Braveheart'/><author><name>Devon Dudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00762024025149729019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSubwO7EogaX6O7pmz-AHGE5PX07pxnBJ5FemJhhlHz3zChDl__V72MyhMw1w-KRLtlMFSszddY-MwfQx_Pd6QkkwKe14wJqvqrR3BWNbJXMTy4ZheCQqHSaJ79U-sjM/s220/twitter.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149039.post-112497721568358480</id><published>2005-08-19T14:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:11:03.449+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glam Road"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful"/><title type='text'>Dirty Pretty Things</title><summary type="text">There are 1700 shows at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival and five of them are productions of Twelfth Night: one youth performance troupe (£7), one traditional performance (£9.50), us (£9) and not one but two musical adaptations (£10 and £12). With start times ranging from 11:30 a.m. to 8 p.m., you could literally watch Twelfth Night all day long.Bobby has ordered even more flyers and we’re all on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/112497721568358480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/112497721568358480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/2005/08/dirty-pretty-things.html' title='Dirty Pretty Things'/><author><name>Devon Dudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00762024025149729019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSubwO7EogaX6O7pmz-AHGE5PX07pxnBJ5FemJhhlHz3zChDl__V72MyhMw1w-KRLtlMFSszddY-MwfQx_Pd6QkkwKe14wJqvqrR3BWNbJXMTy4ZheCQqHSaJ79U-sjM/s220/twitter.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149039.post-112471705750649735</id><published>2005-08-12T14:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:11:03.450+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glam Road"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful"/><title type='text'>The Closer</title><summary type="text">Getting ready for the Edinburgh Fringe Festival has been a whirlwind. Somehow, when I met up with Bobby at Patisserie Valerie two weeks ago, I accepted the part, agreed to help promote the show and signed a contract all before our cappuccinos arrived. He must have worked in sales – he knows his stuff: Always Be Closing.The production is a modern interpretation of Twelfth Night; I’m playing Viola.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/112471705750649735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/112471705750649735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/2005/08/closer.html' title='The Closer'/><author><name>Devon Dudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00762024025149729019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSubwO7EogaX6O7pmz-AHGE5PX07pxnBJ5FemJhhlHz3zChDl__V72MyhMw1w-KRLtlMFSszddY-MwfQx_Pd6QkkwKe14wJqvqrR3BWNbJXMTy4ZheCQqHSaJ79U-sjM/s220/twitter.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11149039.post-112325008143223496</id><published>2005-08-05T14:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:11:03.450+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glam Road"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Glamorous Road to Being Fabulously Successful"/><title type='text'>Working Girl</title><summary type="text">Looking for work in this industry is more difficult than most, and not just because there are more actors than jobs. A lot of it is who you know, and if you don’t know anyone, chances are you don’t get much work.In most industries, a company can get sued for discriminating against you based on gender, race, age or simply based on your looks. In acting you can only get jobs if you are the right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/112325008143223496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11149039/posts/default/112325008143223496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamroad.blogspot.com/2005/08/working-girl.html' title='Working Girl'/><author><name>Devon Dudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00762024025149729019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSubwO7EogaX6O7pmz-AHGE5PX07pxnBJ5FemJhhlHz3zChDl__V72MyhMw1w-KRLtlMFSszddY-MwfQx_Pd6QkkwKe14wJqvqrR3BWNbJXMTy4ZheCQqHSaJ79U-sjM/s220/twitter.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>