With no other work happening at the moment I’m making myself useful in the film production office which is busy with preparations for the next filming trip.
The production office occupies the same house that I live in; once I get out of bed I am effectively at work but without the benefits that most people get from working at home.
In the early days of this office-in-the-house arrangement, when I wasn’t really concentrating, I got up early one day and put some dye on my hair. Not wanting to get dye on my clothes I didn’t get dressed, it also seemed reasonable to put some bleaching paste on my moustache. Then I went downstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast. I put the kettle on, saw a pile of clean laundry and started doing a bit of ironing, my feet were cold from standing on the kitchen floor, I put on the nearest shoe-shaped things which were a pair of large wellington boots. Just as my paste moustache was dried and cracking and I realised that I should wash it off, a Camera Boy, who had let himself in early and quietly to prepare some camera cases, walked into the kitchen - I think he is scarred for life.
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ha haaaa! ha!!!!
ReplyDeleteMaybe you got lucky and the Camera Boy was looking at the floor for ants?
ReplyDeleteThis is hilarious!
ReplyDeleteYou're lucky that no one decided to make a movie about your strange behaviour.
ReplyDeletei may have already told this story, but a friend of mine once shared a house with Anna R, smooth talking linen suit wearing hotshot who settled down one sunny afternoon to pluck her pubic hairs on the living room couch, looked up to see a builder from next door standing at the french windows with a cup in his hand wanting to ask for a couple of sugars.
ReplyDeleteheeee heeee
I think we need more details regarding your moustache.
ReplyDeleteHe'll thank you in years to come, I'm sure of it.
ReplyDeleteI'm going to laugh all day thinking about this.
ReplyDeleteok, now THAT was funny! thanks for making me smile, sugar! xoxoxoxo
ReplyDeleteI only wish Camera Boy had his camera and caught the moment of your morning sexiness for all us to enjoy.
ReplyDeleteI hope you then locked the door, then paced around the room holding the key in your clenched fist and staring manically at him!
ReplyDeletexl - No - the image of his face is etched on my brain
ReplyDeleteHi Zena - anything like that ever happened to you?
Dedene - guess so
Screamish - hahaha I loved that story
Savitra - my moustache is currently corn rowed
ReplyDeleteEryl - he's already thanking me for keeping his pub mates amused
Alphawoman and Sav - smiling makes less wrinkles apparently keep it up...
Wow, I only wish Camera Boy had his camera we should have both had a camera
Gadjo - I shall employ that tactic in future
ah Lulu you are so amusing my darling
ReplyDeleteWhy didn't camera boy have the tools of his trade handy? He could have made a quick buck from developing kinky pictures of you in rubber.
ReplyDeleteAs crazy as the house must be in the full throes of production, it must be good to be home.
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You taught him a valuable lesson about real women.
ReplyDeleteWomen secretly all wear wellingtons.
But the trouble with bleaching is come summertime my thatched lip sparkles in the sunlight like Edward Cullen. It poses a hazard to oncoming drivers much like fog-lights...
I'm hoping that next time if I leave the Jolen on for another ten minutes it might take on the qualities of a dispersive prism.
Haha, I hope you dyed your soul patch as well.
ReplyDeletePS: Added kitty ice cream treat to my current post. Thank you for the suggestion!
ReplyDeletePictures, pictures, we want pictures!!
ReplyDeleteNursey - so sweet that we can at least amuse each other
ReplyDeleteFrenchie - you have completely understood my situation - agony and ecstasy exquisitely combined
Glory - when I started getting offers to be santa in debenham's grotto last year I started getting 'threaded'
FJ - I am thoroughly coloured
xl - so flattered - I think you are the first person to take up one of my top tips
Met Mum - I'll send on the address to my subscription-only site
Ha ha ha! That's fantastic! I just shave my moustache off - it's kind of mostly on one side for some reason that escapes me. I used to be embarrassed about it but then I realised that if one has a good mop on one's head then a few extraneous hairs are inevitable and therefore I am not alone!
ReplyDeleteI suspect that M. DeFarge feels the same about seeing me do the crab walk after a dose of Veet.
ReplyDeleteIt might also be his magic memory ... the one that always works, to turn over that cold engine. Besides, you can't really scar these kids these days.
ReplyDeleteI am scarred for life too... and I only read about it!
ReplyDeleteIs this why the Director has a problem with your 'fisherman's' boots??? haahahahaha - I'll be giggling so much I won't be painting straight now ;-)
ReplyDeleteLook at it this way. That camera boy probably now has a fetish for that kind of thing. Well done!!! :)
ReplyDeleteHa I doubt it he prolly wasn't staring at your moostache :)
ReplyDeleteI thought of you the other day whilst viewing a doc on leaf cutter ants...hope that you are well.
Yes I'm still stuck out on Fb..just visiting
Synchy - a one-sided moustache - wonderful!
ReplyDeleteMadame DeFarge - Ouch!
Red - you can't really scar these kids these days. Thank goodness for that
Ms Distracted - think of it as a precautionary tale.
Ange - all my effort to be stylish - for what?
Veggie - I like that way of looking at it.
Nice to see you Donn - d'you think he hadn't previously realised how clothes got flat?
never say dye
ReplyDeleteIt's especially dangerous for a naked man to iron.
ReplyDeleteEllis - I always have to dye another day
ReplyDeleteBB - that is why I have to do it - and he looks more ridiculous naked in wellingtons
hahahaha! You crack me up! You're giving Camera Boy some great stories for his memoir.
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