Cut and paste November 17, 2006
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I’ve been tagged by Marsha Klein. I have to say 5 things about myself (and then tag 3 other people, I think – I’m not sure of the form). (And the text at the bottom has to stay in.) (If you don’t obey this, all your hair will fall out and you’ll have a miserable future.)
OK here goes:
1) I’m one of the nastiest individuals I’ve ever met.
2) I’ve taught Matt Damon Russian.
3) I drink and smoke too much.
4) And eat too much.
5) And I’m probably not very nice to my boyfriend.
Now I tag the following three people whom I’ve never met and who are too far away to do me any physical damage if they hate having been tagged. (Oh go on. I resisted, but was got in the end.) (It’s quite exciting actually.) (It’s a bit like finally being selected to play football.) (Gosh, isn’t Kes a good film?) Blonde at Heart, Kiss and Tell and Arabella Lost.
‘Remember that it isn’t always the sensational stuff that writers are looking for; it can just as easily be something that you take for granted, like having raised twins or knowing how to grow beetroot. Mind you, if you know how to fly a helicopter or have worked as a film extra, do feel free to let the rest of us know about it.’
Hey BiB! Glad you didn’t mind being tagged. I know what you mean about feeling you’ve been picked to play football – that’s how I felt too!
Why did you teach Matt Damon Russian? (Apart from his wanting to learn!) For which film?
I loved it really, but didn’t put enough effort into my answers as I’ve been fiddling with the blog for a whole week and it’s driving me mad.
It was the second Bourne one. The Bourne Supremacy. Except no-one believes me, because it was at the post-production stage and my name doesn’t appear in the credits. Do you think I can sue Hollywood for a gazillion pounds? (Although I slightly disapprove all that litigiousness.) Anyway, I’ve never been able to watch the film. He was a diamond geezer, it turns out, and called me a ‘prince among men’ when we said our goodbyes. But did I get a Christmas card? Did I buggery!
It’s the nastiest individual claim I’m more intersted in.
Evidence!
My answers seemed to take me for ever, but that’s mainly because I couldn’t think of 5 things!! I’m glad you’ve decided to keep blogging – now that I’ve actually got a blog, I feel that I have nothing to say and that people were right when they said that “our” (ie my) life was too dull to blog about.
I hope Matt Damon called you a “prince among men” IN RUSSIAN. It would have been rude not to surely? But then, manners obviously aren’t his strong suit!
Why oh why oh why oh why oh why (usw)
I’ve liked the two Bournes I’ve seen so far – oddly enough, I remember thinking that Damon seemed to be a man of extraordinarly many parts, and that if he didn’t actually speak Russian, then for a cod accent it was staggeringly good.
I love hte typeface – makes my typos look intentional and ironic.
BTW, it’s a Point Of View.
And clearly the boyfriend likes nasty (ooh! is that how you mean it!) or he wouldn’t have stuck around for so long.
Oh, you know, Wynders, wreaking havoc, breaking hearts, spreading pestilence. Or thinking my fecklessness and silliness is actually proper wickedness, rather than just a bit of a personality defect. Being heartless with the Russian (although that’s reciprocated, but still). Doing nothing useful. Being a horrible snob. Having debts larger than Mexico’s. Not phoning my mother enough. Being a committed hedonist. Et cetera. Et cetera. Et cetera.
Marsha, my old pal Matty-boy called me a prince in English, but I was still chuffed to bollocks. When the work came to an end and I was told I could leave, I actually loitered for a moment, wanting to suck up a few last seconds of interaction with Hollywood. Or perhaps I was hoping Matty-boy was going to ask me for my phone number so he could invite me out for a drink that evening. I’m sure he wanted to.
Mango, yes, I suppose the Russian must like the package at some level if he sticks with it. But poor him. Perhaps he thought he’d struck gold, finding himself a nice English boy. Instead, he ends up supporting me more often than vice versa. I always get things the wrong way round.
By the way, I had to help Matt Damon with his German too, in front of a gaggle of Germans. I was mortified, but pulled it off, I think. I’m not a bad actor myself when need be.