Thieving bastards! You can see our large black gates and if you look closely through them you might just catch a glimps of one of our reflective triangles on a post and one of a pair of white concrete mushrooms which are either side of the gate as an aid for people looking for our house especially as we have no street lighting in the evening. This afternoon we visited the dry cleaners and upon our return we noticed the white concrete mushrooms had been stolen. Quite when they were stolen I couldn’t say as you would have thought we might have noticed they were missing on our way out but should they have been half inched in broad daylight, it somehow makes the crime even more audacious. I don’t know what the world is coming to, first France is ablaze with riots and now some bastard has stolen our mushrooms, is nothing sacred?
I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work due to losing my agent when I became a full time carer to my mother who had dementia. and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent.
Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work.
I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise.
I spent many years looking after my aged mother and shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again, resulting in us getting married in 2013.
My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie.
I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on Amazon.co.uk and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes.
I am delighted to say that since venturing to the countryside where space is not quite the premium it is in town, I have due to the availability of two double garages acquired more classic cars to form a small collection the pride of which are a 1947 Bentley Mk VI and a 2000 Bentley Arnage.
My various blogs and websites are continually evolving and I’m sure that by following the appropriate links you will find something which will edify or amuse.
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It must be an oportunist theft as they have been out the front for over a year, but they were quite large and fairly noticable. Very useful when guiding a stranger to the house to look out for the large white mushrooms, unfortunately noticable enough for some ne’er do well to half inch them. Sadly, now replaced with something a tad more modest and less likely to be stolen. I must say I was thinking of some words when I noticed they were gone but decided not to include them in my post for the benefit of those of a delicate dispoition.
Before I retired, I visited a colleague for lunch at her house. Look for the fish on the roof; that’s our house. It turned out to be a Fish Weather Vane. What a great idea!
Now that would be hard to steal!
I’m so sorry to read about the theft. Social scum is the phrase that pops into my head; otherwise, it’s scumbags!
It must be an oportunist theft as they have been out the front for over a year, but they were quite large and fairly noticable. Very useful when guiding a stranger to the house to look out for the large white mushrooms, unfortunately noticable enough for some ne’er do well to half inch them. Sadly, now replaced with something a tad more modest and less likely to be stolen. I must say I was thinking of some words when I noticed they were gone but decided not to include them in my post for the benefit of those of a delicate dispoition.
I can imagine how you felt.
Before I retired, I visited a colleague for lunch at her house. Look for the fish on the roof; that’s our house. It turned out to be a Fish Weather Vane. What a great idea!
Now that would be hard to steal!