Showing posts with label culture shock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label culture shock. Show all posts

Thursday, 28 October 2010

"Where'd you find the ringer?"


I would never have guessed that it would take moving to London to get some damn stage time, but here we are. I now do improv twice a month or so as part of 50:50, a show that is half our in-house improv group, and half an ever-changing line up of guest acts who do other types of comedy, music or performance of some kind. My first show was last Tuesday and while it would make a way better story if something had gone hilariously wrong, it was just a really great time. AND a bunch of wonderful friends came to watch. I am a lucky lady.

In case you were concerned that I had gone a full 24 hours without embarrassing myself, fear not: I popped into Starbucks before the show and ordered a grande 'London Fog' without thinking. The baristas were confused to the highest degree and had no idea what I was trying to ask for. I think they thought I was a moronic North American overcome with the WHIMSY OF TRAVEL."Yes, do get me a crumpet, and a large serving of London Fog, with a side of Prince Harry... am I right, Harriet??" "Oh Charlotte, you are BAD. Look at that policeman's hat!" Yikes.

Sunday, 3 October 2010

"Oh my actual God..."

Have moved house, partially because I do everything Brian Rieper tells me to, and partially because tumblr was getting on my nerves. There are just a lot of sardonically captioned photos in my life already, you know? Now you can comment and I can keep track of all seven of you and what you're looking at.

I spent the weekend in Brighton with Hannah, in her home which is the most picturesque British cottage ever created. I literally want to get married in her back garden. (Maybe to her, at this rate.) We mostly explored the local pub scene in torrential rain, failed to get Glastonbury tickets, and watched the X-factor with Hannah's mum. Oh my God you guys. British reality TV is hilarious. Things are just a bit more whacked out, the variety of accents and styles of dress is brilliant, and they are simultaneously dirtier and more intensely earnest and emotional. Plus, they are called things like "I'm Famous and Frightened!" (exclamation mark theirs). In this show, celebrities "spend three nights in a haunted castle and do terrifying challenges for charity."Some other highlights:

Animal Airport
Celebrity Love Island
Baby Ballroom: The Championship
Death Wish Live
Chaos at the Chateau
Flog it!
The House of Tiny Tearaways
The Edwardian Mansion-House

I really hope they are all exactly what they sound like, especially "Flog it!"
Chance of rain