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dante

Pauline McLynn — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 22:02:34 GMT

Was talking idly with 2 of the imps I work with while waiting for more Acting to be required (doing a Jockey (pub) scene on the show and those are long, strange and jazzy days) and it occurred to us that if there’s a 12 step programme to help those dealing with alcoholism surely there’s some use for Dante’s 9 circles of hell as some sort of 9 steps/circles therapy too? Kinda not sure what addiction it’d cure – being hooked on BADness?… or evil? (tseh, THAT old chestnut). Probably be a good cure for anyone wanting to go into television (no matter what the job) or the Arts.* Anyhow, in favour of the Dante Hell, it seems a shame to waste what’s a perfectly good and scary system… *before anyone gets all insulted I do mean this as a flippant joke and could I make an impassioned plea on behalf of all those involved in the Arts in Ireland to the government to protect all official grants and monies invested as the industry is a magnificent advert for the country worldwide and at home and produces extraordinary revenue for the country and pleasure for all who benefit from being involved, either practitioners or audiences and observers of all sorts

spa

Pauline McLynn — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 22:03:45 GMT

I got that most hated of words today – proactive (I just don’t like the sound of it and I am always vaguely convinced it’s makey-uppy in the wrong way and means absolutely nothing). I felt (and looked) so washed out after the weekend, even if I did have a rest and a bit of a detox then, that I needed to do things that would improve my lot. SO, on the suggestion of Missy Lash (regular of this site) I am going to indulge in a massage and pedicure in my time off on Wednesday. The office are looking for an apartment for me to rent so that I can walk away from my stuff whenever I am on the move to my other homes and not have to drag my life with me in a wheelie case – hotel living is grand but not forever. I am trying to get the gym and the writing ends of things into a regular routine type thing so that I’ll sleep better. And I am getting a bit happier again – at least the anticipation that some of these will turn out to be good is keeping me going. Also had lovely time at Acting work today. In the meantime I have to thank all of you who have been so good with suggestions and a big shout out to the pair of friends who had me (a little in tears) on the phone to them daily over the last while, and the lovely Himself who has been a rock.
And in order not to waste a thing, the meltdown has gone into the new novel…

meltdown

Pauline McLynn — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 10:47:52 GMT

I have calmed right down, my dears. Sleep deprivation led me to quite a heightened week just now and whereas I felt okay for most of it, and work was great, any challenges that might normally have been easy to despatch were mountainous and I overreacted to a few a few too many things. It reached a head on Friday when I got to Manchester airport, having missed the flight I should have been on, and was told that I would have to buy a whole new ticket…for 235 quid. It was the straw across my camel’s back and I went into meltdown. Indeed apologies to the airline staff if they actually saw the full force of it, though I had kinda moved off by the time that happened. I did try to reason with them and point out that I am a VERY frequent flyer with the airline and have enough points to get several FREE flights from the company on the back of that, but to no avail. In the end of all I just couldn’t bring myself to pay that sort of money (I had thought it’s be the 35 pound change of flight fee) and I phoned Richard, upset, to say I was going London-home, not Dublin, because I felt it morally wrong to fork out such a huge amount for a one way trip. There is also the factor that I was going to have to turn around in less than 48 hours and make the return journey and I am fairly sick and tired of airports right now. And I have had a quiet, solo time here in Soho and feel the better of it. Hey, I even got some sleep (and therefore am puffy-eyed and wretched-looking because of me facial muscles relaxing – eek!).
I think there are a lot of reasons why this has come to a head. As you all know, I live in a hotel most of the week and as lovely as it is it’s not exactly home, I have been sleeping badly, I suspect the old perimenopausals are trying to get hold, I am under huge pressure to deliver a book by Christmas (and it is vastly complicated and ambitious and I am terrified of it a lot of the time) and I’m holding down a (lovely) tv job…and all without what I might consider a quality of life to show for it most days of the week. And no beloved G cat to advise me on how to progress. It’s something I will have to have a good look at and also a situation I cannot let out of control – I’ve got to be in charge of this one – all over it like a cheap frock (no better woman in that department, surely, I hear you mutter – cheap frock? oh yes). And, thinking about it, I wonder if I mightn’t get a section of novel out of it??? Hmm, things just got a whole lot more interesting…

cream

Pauline McLynn — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 15:17:24 GMT

I love a product and can surprise myself every single time I believe I have found a Great One. The latest is a face cream that promises the earth, but mostly to diminish the lines and wrinkles on my face. Why I think this one will be any different from all the others I have tried over the years I don’t know, although in its favour I will say that the man who sold it to me (not off the back of a dodgy lorry or anything but at a wonderful skin clinic in Manchester – the Castlefield Clinic) uses it and his eyes in particular are remarkably unlined for a man of 60. I’ll let ye know, though I would love to think that it’ll be apparent when ye see me on tv again…though if that is to be the case I will say that it’ll be the final episodes of the next series of SHAMELESS as I have only just started using it.

11

Pauline McLynn — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 23:12:01 GMT

In FATHER TED, Mrs Doyle’s faourite number was 11 – she was done out of a raffle prize when Ted decided to use that number as the hoax one. Now it’s stalking me as I think I have had that many hours sleep in 3 days (have stopped watching clocks as that’s SO depressing and makes a bad situation worse). Feel okay on it but it must stop it tonight – am TIRED and letting sleep take me away, and me and it SO WANT it…