I’ve found myself in Cardiff, Wales.
Each morning I walk the streets where they film Doctor Who, for no particular reason other than they are the streets I have to walk to get to the Chapter Arts Centre.
For the next few days I have the great pleasure of working with the wonderful Peader Kirk and Kaite O’Reilly on the research and development of a new series of writing. Even better it means teaming up with some old faves, like Mat Fraser, amongst various others, equally as lovely. What are we researching? Sex!
And here’s the bombshell… For the first time in my life I am actually able to provide a positive attitude towards the subject. I am no longer the sad embittered loveless waif, with little experience but rejection to recount, or tales of the nasty men in pubs suggesting ‘while you’re down there love…’, or the silly dicks who jeer and mock me and simulate potential sex acts as if I am a blow-up doll… I mean they still exist but that is not my only experience of men!
I am going out with a drop dead gorgeous man, who is quite a regular face on the comedy circuits of London. And I am loved up! Or perhaps ‘very liked’ up is a more honest thing to say… or at least as far as I am willing to admit to being; out-loud.
Our ‘liked-uped-ness’ seems to be growing exponentially, with every passing day. And even out of each others company it seems absence is making the heart grow fonder. Though to be fair, it has been aided by the invention of mobile phones, the web, skype and webcams.
Yes! It is TRUE he won me a bear on Brighton Pier! It’s true I climbed out his kitchen window and decorated the rooftop outside with fairy lights and the like to create a private rooftop terrace wonderland of glowing frogs, toadstools and rainbow dragonflies… And we don’t mind snogging even after we’ve eaten lots of garlic… because we like each other that much!
And if I am even more honest, it’s only been 3 days since I last saw him; your Honour… *twinkle* BUT I can’t wait to see him again… and if that makes me nauseatingly pathetic and cliched (which if I was observing me I would scathingly suggest)… THEN GUILTY AS CHARGED!
In the past if you’d suggested I’d ever be a moonie lover who swoons over skype watching her boyfriend fondle bacon, sausages and a couple of onions (no this isn’t a clever euphemism)… he watched me make a cup of tea… I’d have scoffed… but we find ourselves staring into one anothers skyped faces just smiling. It’s revolting but I happily resign myself to it and I’m enjoying every moment.
Oh… yeah… I was meant to be blogging about work… next time… eh?