Mums New Boyfriend and her Drunk Drive

My mum has recently got a boyfriend.
I feel that I should document my encounters with them

Tonight was my second  time I met him.

I arrived home pulling into the drive at the same time as my mother and her new boyfriend at 11.15pm Friday night
She said she was going for a drink with her friends, with him and his friends. She defiantly did that.
As we greeted and slowly walked to the door in the darkness, my mum is fiddling for the keys in her bag for an abnormally long time. I waited for the boyfriend to great me first
'Hello Thomas'
'Hey'

My Mum calls him Dirk I don't know if thats because he is Scottish or if its his real name, for some reason I think he is called Michael. So I just say hello and leave an obvious 'INSERT NAME HERE' pause which neither of us can fill at this current moment. I will have to ask my Mum another time.

Ok it had been over 20 seconds, so I now realise she has driven home drunk. This comes as quite a shock to me, as the place she was at was at least 10 miles away and down winding country roads and on dual carriageways.

I enquire 'Mum did you, drive home drunk'
Her answer is simultaneous with a stumble backwards 'No I (Hiccup) aven't'

She is lying.

We go into the kitchen, Michael is standing by the sink. I am by the fruitbowl and my Mum is inbetween us by the cooker.
Mum 'Do you want some chilli'
(I made chilli for dinner but neither of us were hungry)
"No thanks I'l just have some grapes" I ate a grape.

My Mum asks how my evening was, I say the generic answers, Yer, Fine.
She then says in the way a child explains their actions 'Look I had one drink to many'

Michael remarks 'That doesn't make you a bad person, does it'

As she goes to the toilet, Michael and I stand in the kitchen making idle conversation about exams and what not.

When Mum comes back in, she asks if I want some chilli, I reply with ' Are you joking you just asked me this'
'O sorry sorry'
I say 'I'm going to bed, Night'

I then decided to write this and mid-blog post my Mum has come up.

I feel like a disappointed parent. She comes up and sits next to me on my bed.
'Look Thomas, I'm just had a hard week and your Grandma is getting on my nerves'
I respond 'I know but you shouldn't just drink lots to solve it'
Mum 'I know'
Me 'And you could of just got a taxi home, or stayed at Michaels in Rickmansworth'
Mum 'I know'

She then hugs me and sighs and says 'It lovely having you home'
Michael is staying the night, this feels very weird like a stranger in the home
and I am taking no chances so I plugged my laptop into speakers and I'm watching TV online.

This is the first time my Mother has done something I have been disappointed in.
There are so many Police cars round especially on Friday Nights, just one car and she would of gone down for Drunk driving.

I hope 'Michael' isn't having an influence on my Mum, despite everytime I have met him they have been drunk, well two times in the evening, but one of them was a school night !

Just as my Mum is about to close the door she asks me


'Do you want some chilli ?'

Profile Change

Coming out of uni, i feel like i need a change.

So new name, new picture (taken by me on Dartmoor).


I can play Islands by the XX on my ukulele

Update

I am currently writing my dissertation entitled

The influence of temporal and spatial frequencies on haemoglobin changes in the visual cortex using (NIRS)

it is killing me, I can't wait for it to be over. I officially finish university on 16th may. then the rest of my life begins. I am inter-railing over the summer so I will keep an updated journal of it on here for you to enjoy.

Peace

FIlm ideas

I have an idea for a fim, but i'm worried christian elder field may steal it and use it to make a film.

so here is my idea, not is is 1am on thursday 24th march 2011.

Guy who cannot sleep, physically impossible, has a lesion in brain area which means he does not need psychological or physical restoration. (or no lesion at all, all psychological) Film starts with him marking his calendar with how long he slept that day, graph can show its getting less and less everyday

Then goes to doctor about it. Like groundhog day, at first finds it great and goes to clubs and parties all night and day. Then becomes bored, with it. Tries to take sleeping pills but overdoses.

Meets a girl, but he obviously cannot fall asleep and turns TV to old film with a guy cuddling a woman in bed. Then realises he can do good in it, like a superhero at night. Then realises he stopped sleeping after he broke up with his girlfriend and now he has fallen in love again he can sleep.

· His job could be taxi driver, or i dunno

below is the conservation with christian, where he said he may steal my idea.

haha

"Dear diary,
Today I wrote down another film idea.
- Tom"

haha

sounds good dude!

i have a word document on my desktop

just write ideas i think of

i gotta make an 8 minute film and that idea about a guy whose trying not to sleep is a good premise

i reckon, that one could be filmed over summer

like he truely believe he can get loooooooadsa stuff done

yer

yer man

i may steal it

thanks

nooooo

00:53

haha

jokes

but seriously i might

haha

eeergh.

Skins season 1 amazing !

Season 2 a good follow up

Season 3, new cast was watchable (mainly because of the lesbians)

Season 4 way to emotional and messed up.

END

o wait I know lets remake skins scene for scene but with american kids instead of english ones

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UyqBWtV_RvQ

This looks shocking.

Why can Americans not just watch the original why do they have to have their own adaptation.

There is rumour of a US inbetweeners. Damn you MTV !

My first model casting

my friend sophie davidson (amazing photography student who goes to falmouth)

posted on her facebook an ad for a swatch casting in central london on friday 3rd December and if chosen the shoot is on wednesday and thursday the following week and paid.

I was bored and days before I applied mostly because they wanted people not from a modelling agency. So I sent my details and pictures of myself from katie mabey's orhan tailoring shoot.

On thursday evening I got a call from an unknown number

An eccentric posh voice spoke

'Hiiii is this thomas'

Me' Umm yer it is hi, who's calling'

Poshy 'Hi its Nic from Star & Co, I got your email are you free for the casting tomorrow'

I thought straight away, what is this about. I'd completely forgotten I'd apply to this casting and my immediate thought was 'no i'm in plymouth what is this guy on about !?'. So I politely responded.

'I'm in Plymouth at the moment, sorry I just thought I'd try and apply to see if I'd get it'

Nic 'O shit, your in plymouth. Ok no worries thanks, Bye'

Me 'Bye'

As soon as the phone hung up. My mind flashed 'Wait, what no !'

I have no lectures tomorrow, it's my brothers birthday party on saturday. Why don't I just go.

So i sent 3 frantic and some what desperate emails to 'Nic' saying actually I am free.

And he responded saying great turn up to spring studios between 2 and 6.

I booked a return train for £40 and on friday morning I was on my way.

My train was only 3 hours long, and the time flew by thanks to Jamie giving me a pokemon yellow emulator. for laptop, the only thing is I cannot save it properly so after 2 hours of play my saved data disappeared ! So frustrating I wanted to scream on the train.

and Gemma gave me her book 'No time for goodbye' Which I cannot put down ! its a thriller and every chapter leaves you on a cliff hanger making you want to read on.

WHen my train arrived in Paddington the cold hit me. Plymouth has had no snow when everyone else has. And its somewhat warmer than anywhere north of exeter.

I travelled to Kentish town and got to the studios.

I was somewhat lost but followed a guy who looked like a model out of the station for about 500 metres down 4 streets, I was a good 20 metres behind him. I still can't decide if I felt like a stalker or a spy. I had a barbour jacket on with my collar up which I think fits the bill for both classes of people.

From entering the studio the next 30 minutes of my life where the most self-conscious and nervous moments of my life. I entered the studio gave my name and was directed upstairs to the casting studio.

A woman told me to 'Join the que and we'l call you'

I joined a 20 people long que, at the front was a door jarred open. Peering in I saw the white background, cameras and front of the que. At the back of the que it suddenly hit me

Shit, SHIT

Everyone in front and gradually behind me had a black folder.

In modelling a black folder is what you keep your portfolio pictures in, the best pictures of yourself taken by professionals or from adverts or products they've advertised for.

Not only that but everyone was taller than me (men and women) now I'm 6 foot and I always think of myself as above average height but these people. They were gods among men !

Beautiful models, well dressed. Soaring above me clasping their black folders of vanity.

My face exploded with embarrassment, a red flush darting across my cheeks. My instinctive fight or flight response kicked in.

Or to quote The Clash 'Should I stay or should I go' response.

I texted my old friend Charlie Speed (Britians next top model judge)

Who knew about the casting from the night before, asking his advice as a model.

He hadn't replied for 5 minutes now, but it seemed like over an hour in this que to superficial death. I was doomed do I run and waste the train journey all the way here, and just call it a trial and error, or do I stick it out. Put my chin up and do the best I can do baring in mind I've never modelled professionally before and as the advert originally said it wasn't looking for models, I should just go for it. Do a Yes man and make it an experience. I kept telling myself

'If i do this and get it wrong, I can walk away and never see these people again' So I didn't go.

I waited in the que.

Charlie text back 'You might as well stay you've come this far, castings can be nervous just go for it'

So I took his advice, despite having already taken my own.

I queued with my head held high.

Properly the best queuing I've ever done in my life, if it was a film the background music would be uplifting. Like eye of the tiger but not so iconic or obvious.

The same woman from before then asked us all to my surprise

'Is anyone here not with an agent ? If so come to the front'

I raised my hand, this is odd. Are just trying to separate the models from the norms ?

But low and behold 2 more hands went up I wasn't on my own.

We were escorted into the studio, with looks of disgust from the 20 people queing infront.

My heart was pounding, my lips were dry ,'Am I being thrown in the deep end here?'

We were given 3 sheets to fill in with our contact details. Nothing else was mentioned.

Then I saw it !

The relieve that I wished but haven't even thought of...

The studio was split in two ! O YES.

Through my powers of deduction I realised, that the models were casting for the centre roles of the swatch advert, and the rest of us are casting for background work.

But I still needed my picture taken.

So I queued with 3 others. And eventually got my pictures taken, with numerous directions from the photographer. He kept asking me to smile, now normally I smile quite a lot, but at this moment in time I just wanted the moment to be over and was concentrating so hard that I couldn't smile.
Luckily I had taken my barbour off before I had my pictures done otherwise with my current smile I defiantly would of looked like a child stalker.

It was over in a flash. They said they will contact me if chosen.

As I walked away from the studio I took a spring studio catalogue as a memento of one of the most embarrassing times in my life. I know now for sure that I could never be a model.

It is so competitive and superficial

You are a product. A Brand. Your appearance is what they judge you on. You should be the friendly person ever and speak 6 languages and have a masters in medicine . But unless you are what the client is looking for your rejected almost immediately. Modelling is also a very temperamental job. You may have a week of work, but then you may have no work for 5 months and for that time you are going to numerous castings.

It is Saturday and in a few days I will eventually find out, if after all of this I get chosen.

I will be back in Plymouth and will have to travel back for the 2 day shoot. But if the shoot is less than £100 than I would be at a loss with train fares. Which would be such a kick in the balls.

O well, today I celebrated my brothers 26th birthday, with mulled wine and toy story cake. Tomorrow I return to plymouth for my final week of lectures before christmas !

It is also my girlfriends birthday on Monday, and although I am not seeing her till the Monday after. I still need to buy her final present which I think she'l really appreciate.

I basically have written a stream of past consciousness. Thank you for reading

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Peace

3d digital cameras

this is bloody crazy

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Fujifilm-Finepix-3D-W3-Digital/dp/B003VTZ7TQ/ref=amb_link_157671367_2?pf_rd_m=A3P5ROKL5A1OLE&pf_rd_s=center-1&pf_rd_r=1ETWYT3V7SHBDXY8EJ9F&pf_rd_t=101&pf_rd_p=212917847&pf_rd_i=413270031

a 3d digital camera,

I thought everyone would start to wear glasses as we are evolutionary adapting to look at things close to us and no longer need to look at distant objects, (except when driving).

but now it looks like we'l need shitty plastic glasses with cling film lenses to see all media,

with the ample 3d cinematic releases and now photographs being taken in 3d it seems this extra dimensional fab is not dying out.

I must admit sky 3d made boxing and football a lot more interesting for someone who doesn't particularly like sports.