John is old!

Hi everyone-

We are currently celebrating John's 30th. Andy, Lindsey (in her new skeleton hoodie), Drew, Myke, Steve, Jeff, Rae, Steve, Hannah, Martin, and Ross are here and we are having a blast! Just wanted you to know that we have rung in his 30's in style!

We started with a football match (we lost- so we don't want to talk about it!) Followed that with dinner at Crispy Duck II and finally Karaoke at K-Box in Leicester Square. We had a blast singing! Now we are home and enjoying the champagne that the parents sent over!

Thank you to everyone who sent cards, emailed and called. He is having a great night/day!

I'm sure you'll get a full report with photos soon.

3 Soft Goals

Jeff and Rae are here! They arrived early Sunday morning - we'll give you more details later, but we're having a great time! Also, Perros Del Diablo supporters will be pleased to know that we now dominate our division with 4-0-0 record. We beat last week's teams by large margins giving us a huge lead in goal difference! I only let 3 goals get by me, 2 of which were own goals - they bounced off my defender and straight in to the goal. The 3rd was my fault - I gave up a penalty by leaving my special keeper area (I was very excited about getting the ball) and guessed left when the guy shot right. There is a great action shot of the penalty kick that Jamie took - I'll post it when I have more time. Off to wake up the visitors!

Wednesday night my football team demolished our two opponents. It's a five a side league, and the matches are 17 minutes each. The action is really fast and scores are normally high. We won 6-1 and 4-0. If you want to keep up with the league, here's the website. We're Battersea Wednesday 2nd Division.

I wrote a match report for the team, I'd post it here but it has some last names - email me if you want a copy. Here's some pictures my wonderful wife took. She hung out behind my goal, so you get a good view of my lovely rear. We wear white tops and blue shorts.


You can't really tell, but I'm making a save.


"KEEPER KEEPER KEEPER" - whoever yells this loudest is the one I roll the ball back to.


Like a tiger waiting to pounce. Red shoes on the left was jealous of my blue shoes so bought his own flash.



Changing out of my boots so I can go to a pub and celebrate our win! As my knees testify, old astroturf is more akin to sandpaper than plastic grass.

Thursday night was the leaving party for the guy who worked with me in IT support. Jamie came out and we had a great time. Several other people were leaving, so we got to combine all the parties into one blow out. Jamie and I left before it got too messy, which was a good thing!

Friday night Jamie and I went to check out a theatre that may be used for a project she's working on. I'll let her describe the absolute crap we subjected ourselves to for an hour. I could've just pooped on my hand and flushed a 20 quid note down the toilet and saved 55 minutes of boredom.

St Patrick's day was fun - Lindsey and Andy went out with us around Clapham. Our criteria was to find a pub with live Irish music. We did find a place with a live Irish band. Unfortunately said band tried to experiment with Doors covers and weird jazz fiddle. We left after 1 pint. We then went to the Swan in Stockwell - a blatantly Irish club/bar/pub, only to be informed that cover was 15 pounds each! F* that. We then turned around and went to Balham and found a fun bar, but no Irish music. We eventually ended up back in our flat with curry and doner kebabs and played Shout About Movies - which Andy now calls Shout About John Ramsburg's Hobbies.

We've spring cleaned in preparation for this year's first visitors - Jeff and Rae! They'll be out on the 25th and spending all week with us to help celebrate my 30th, which is looming ever nearer. I'll be in Frankfurt this Thursday and Friday helping to move our German office to a new building.

The Sun Came Out and Jamie Returned or Sir Ian, please stop stalking me!

Hello, Strangers!

How have you been? I've been busy and happy. Debut Productions has kept me working hard, but it's worth it. We're slowly instituting changes that are making the showcases better. We already have almost 20 agents and casting directors booked for our Tuesday show next week! (That's a lot- so be impressed- be very impressed.)

I spent three days last week in Manchester for my first Manchester Showcase. Karen, one of the women who runs Debut, booked my hotel for me. When I looked it up online, I found terrible reviews saying things such as, "Dear God- don't stay here!" They spoke of bugs in the shower and hairs in the bed. She, of course, was very upset to hear this and made me promise to leave if it was that bad. Now I consider myself a relatively tough woman, but I draw the line at hairs in my bed. I was hesitant to say the least. But, thankfully, there were no bugs or hairs in my room. It wasn't the Ritz, but it was cheap and a warm place to rest my head.

The rest of Manchester was perfectly nice as well. Granted- I spent most of my time in a studio theatre four times the size of the one I work in in London- with dressing rooms and wings and a booth and everything- so I was in my glory! I did manage to spend an afternoon in a pub with some of the actors. The pub was great- picture McKenna's but smaller. I found out later that it used to be public toilets. Leave it to me!

I'm scheduled to be back in Manchester in September. The Showcase is actually on my 30th birthday, so John is going to come up with me. I figure we'll go up a day early, so that we can visit all of the fun music landmarks- like the Lesser Free Trade Hall where the Sex Pistols played.

Upon my return to London, the sun came out. It is glorious today! 60 degrees! John, Lindsey and I went to the Farmers' Market and bought good food and a few plants for our patio. Then John and I went for a run. YAY! Sunday!

In John news- his first official football match is Wednesday night. To Lindsey's utter disappointment, I have sworn off Body Attack (our Wednesday class) until John's season is over so that I can commit to being a proper WAG. I'm going to wear prada shoes and gucci sunglasses and sit on the sidelines sipping pimms.

If you've made it this far- you deserve to know what the second title of this blog means. I am sorry to say that Sir Ian McKellan has begun stalking me. Two weeks ago- I saw him two days in a row outside our Sainsbury Local. Last week, upon my return from Manchester, I walked out of the tube station and there he was- the first person I saw! Sir Ian, if you are reading this (and I'm sure you are,) the stalking must come to an end. If you want me to direct your next project, all you have to do is ask and I'll check my diary.