The Perils of Public Transport and Poorly Printed Promotionals

I've generally always been a 'fall in the clyde come out with a salmon'/'piece at anyone's door'/'win the jackpot on a single raffle' type of girl but over the last few weeks a few things have happened in quick succession to make me doubt my overall jamminess.

Last Thursday, after driving 2 and a half hours to a school that wasn't expecting me, I noticed my gears were sticking - a lot. By the end of the day I had lost 1st and 2nd gear completely and by the next day reverse had disappeared as well. I managed to get home surviving on 3rd, 4th and 5th gears on the motorway and booked the earliest appontment at the garage - a week later.

Friday I was informed that the phone number I'd printed on the flyers was wrong and instead of reaching Gilmorehill G12 (tickets still available - book now to avoid disappointment) people were phoning an elderly, typically Glaswegian, man with a tendency for repeating everything 3 times. Still he was gracious enough to accept my apology and has taken the correct phone number to give to anyone who calls.

Saturday I managed to finish the film, Dark Matter, that I was editing for the performance but my 'application unexpetantly quit' and I had to do the last section again making me VERY late for dinner with Alasdair. By the time my train made it into town I was surrounded by delighted Scotland fans, some of whom decided to serenade me in the booze aisle at Somerfields - think a drunk James McBlunt, a very drunk James McBlunt. After all this it took another half hour for the bus to arrive making me almost 2 hours late to meet a very hungry, slightly grumpy (although he was hiding it well) man.

For the rest of the week I've been trying to get around on public transport which I know a lot of people use every day very successfully but it just doesn't seem to work for me. Buses don't turn up, trains are cancelled, there are fires in buildings resulting in detours or birds crap on me while I'm waiting endlessly.

It's been quite a week but hopefully things are back on the up. I've been in touch with some dance companies to take class with in America and the Scottish Arts Council have said they might give me funding to go, I got my car fixed today and it cost less than I was expecting and the Bestival tent (a tent, 2 sleeping bags which can double into one, a double air bed and a pump) has arrived and it was cheaper than replacing 2 sleeping bags.

All I need now is a good performance weekend with lots of new faces through the door (old faces are obviously always welcome) and I think my jamminess will be reinstored... keep your fingers crossed x

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Get your tickets for S/S07 now.

FireBox Dance Theatre returns to Gilmorehill G12 Theatre on Sunday 1st April with S/S07.

We're No Here, a beautiful duet set somewhere between the ethers, Urban Honey, a highly charged, technical and fast paced piece set to an original sound score by Magic Daddy and the premier of new film, Dark Matter, filmed on location at the Sub Club will all be featured as well as music from guest artists pANDAS.

S/S07
Sunday 1st April 2007 7.30pm
Gilmorehill G12 Theatre
9 University Ave, G12 8QQ

Tickets £7 from box office 0141 330 5522

www.fireboxdancetheatre.co.uk

Good things come to those who...

Obviously watch too many adverts.

Anyway, my questionable patience paid off last night and I now have 3 Bestival tickets on their way and a feeling of extreme sumgness which I will keep with me all weekend.

Yaaay!

Tick follows Tock follows Tick follows Tock

I wait, that's what I do... No, not for a pint of the black stuff, I'm waiting for the tickets to Bestival to go on sale at midnight tonight. The telly is crap and I've run out of flyers to sticker (some of the April FireBox flyers are getting stickered with info about music, etc to make them more appealing to the young, trendy, clubbing crowd) so basically I have nothing to do for an hour and 16 minutes...

Being the most impatient person in the West of Scotland I'm finding it a tad difficult just sitting here waiting for time to elapse. I have a glass of wine, my credit card is poised and my typing is honed and ready for swift execution. I am also refreshing the website at an alarming rate, hoping to catch the updated page at the precise second it uploads. Yes I really am that geeky.

We decided to go to Bestival after I realised that my little jaunt round the states would rule out the majority of this summer's festivals, to put this into perspective I managed 4 last year alone and have been at every T in the Park since 1998. Discovering the last festival of the year is happening the week after I get back and is typically a scorcher just seemed to good to miss, so here I am willing the little hand to move faster so I can buy tickets for me, boyfriend Alasdair and friend John.

How can it still be an hour and 10 minutes??!!