Holy Crap.

Jaysus F Christo.

See that pile of rags and fluff on the floor?? Yeah. That's me.

A truly EPIC day that went off the Shit-tastic richter scale.

Firstly, our camera fell through. Disaster. Then, it was going to cost us £1400 to get another one for the week (ok, so we'd get £1k of that back but DO YOU PEOPLE THINK WE'RE MADE OF MONEY?! WE'RE ACTRESSES!! BUMS ON THE STREET GIVE US THEIR CHANGE!!!) We managed to sort that out by borrowing a Producer-friend's camera but would still need to source a handheld microphone so that you lovely people could hear whatever drivel we manage to come up with over the next 5 days.

So off I skipped, merrily into the depths of Soho, on a quest to find our voice-recording-apparatus.

It did not go well.

I was, I have to add, hampered considerably by the fact I was wearing little shorts and sky-high stilettos (appropriate workwear?! What's that??)

I managed to ring the bell of the wrong door, was let in by a kind young gentleman who took pity on my ramblings as I proceeded to have a complete mental blank of the production company's name and every other pertinent piece of information ('erm....are you John? I'm renting a microphone from him....well not from him...his friend George...but George said that John would have it....I'm looking for Mental Media....or Mangled Media.....Are you John???? '), climbed three flights of stairs (in the killer heels!), only to find I was in the wrong building and my iPhone was out of battery.

I must have looked truly pathetic as Lee (THANK YOU LEE!!!!) let me into his place of business to use his charger.

Turns out, his place of business was a live adult phone chat service provider. There was a bed in the back room and everything!! But he was so lovely and we had a great chat. Turns out he, like me, is working to finance his other life as a cameraman/filmmaker/comedic performer. Anyway, he's promised to follow the blog/YouTube etc and may even have some work for me down the line (get your mind out of the gutter people - he's putting together a comedy sketch show and might need actresses. Jeez.) So that was a (very) unexpected bonus.

After managing to find the right door, I managed to pick up my microphone only to find that John had failed to tell George (confused yet??) that I also needed a jack conversion lead. So with 10 minutes before the shops closed, I raced downstairs (another three flights), into a cab and to the nearest Maplins to buy a lead. Only, my cab driver was AN IDIOT and instead of taking me to Maplins took me to PC World which DON'T stock the leads.

I broke people. I'm not proud of it. I was standing in the middle of PC World clutching a now-redundant (and not inexpensive) handheld microphone, surrounded by well intentioned but to all intents and purposes completely useless PC World employees, very close to tears.

My eyes welled. Makeup was threatened.

I trudged out thinking. That's it then. It's all over. The Diaries are dead.

Then a phone call.

John had found a lead!! Could I come back???

So onwards I walked, purpose refreshed, back to Soho (still in the killer heels might I add), victory glowing maniacally in my eyes.

I've now trudged back to work (practically crippled, crawling through the door) to finish uploading our bits and bobs onto YouTube.

Breathing deeply, working through the pain and thinking of sun, sand, celebs, and the BIGGEST GIN AND TONIC THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN!!

YouTube postings immanent peoples! Check it out!!

Lots of love, blisters, band aids and backaches
Zxx