It’s Beginning to look a lot like Christmas…

So, last Sunday, Ruby, Junior & I really wanted to throw our merry selves, straight into Christmas ‘with bells on,’ joy in our hearts & that simple old festive excitement. We already have our tree up at home. We’re already wearing our Christmas onesies. Mulled wine is already my‘go to’tipple. 

Life is pretty great!

I don’t know about you, but when you have an 8 & 6 year old, Christmas just becomes ‘alive’ again. I mean Ru & Ju are just filled with an irrepressible glee of giddiness & seeing them so happy, by the smallest ‘glisten’ of tinsel draped treasure, just fills me with actual excitement! It makes my heart swell.

I love Christmas, regardless. I’m a December born baby! To me, there’s just a magic in the air. It’s filled with a warmth…There’s an oozy, happy kinda soul, to it.

In Wunna land, we celebrate ALL that we can because we don’t EVER take the happy ‘day to day,’ moments for granted. Why would we? They’re the moments we want to remember forever! We love life. We love tradition. We love merriment. We love family time…OVER everything! (I mean, I never understand why people go out of their way TO BE miserable at Christmas? Lol. I don’t get it? It’s a great way to celebrate ALL that you’ve achieved through the year!


Our Christmas festivities DO NOT begin, until the kids & I have visited Santa in his Grotto. It’s theNUMBER 1thing that we DO, to begin the festive season. We don’t leave it ‘til late. We do it FIRST! 

Obviously we’re a family that gets out & about, quite a lot. So, I’m our time, we’ve tinkered to MANYa Grotto. 

But now, we ONLYever go to ONE & the only one we ever go to, is the Santa’s Grotto, at Ackworth Garden Centre. (It’s certainly Ruby & Junior’s favourite Grotto & also MY FAVOURITE Grotto!!) 

We ONLY go to that one in particular, simply because it’s literally THE BEST one.   It really is as simple as that! Lol. 

The staff go out of their way…FOR MONTHS planning & creating the experience for us…They literally build it by themselves, by hand…It’s just remarkable! It’s almost breathtaking because so much hard work, has gone into something so wonderful! I don’t even know how Jenna & Simon do it? Every year it’s without doubt fantastic. However each year, it just seems to better & better!!

It’s hand built & created by a family business (as opposed to a corporate ‘churn ‘em in- chuck’em’ out shindig,) and it’s main purpose is to create joy for OTHER families, so that they have a shot at making some of the most special MEMORIES at Christmas time toooo! You only pay £15 per child to visit the Grotto. (I mean some places are charging double & TRIPLE that, for a lot LESS of an experience.)

One of the main reasons we love going to this particular Grotto, is because The Garden Centre themselves, make no actual profit from it! 

You should see the faces of ALL the staff members, whether their on the floor, in the Grotto, in the cafe…Even Simon (the owner) himself…they were literally all BEAMING with excitement, when they saw the families waiting to go into the Grotto. When you’ve created something yourself, it means so much more to you, doesn’t it? When you see something you’ve created making people so happy…you just get this buzz of excitement!!! That excitement alone fills the Garden Centre with magic. 

It’s such a friendly & beautiful vibe from the moment you walk in & that’s what you want.

As soon as we stepped through the glass door into the building, Frozen’s ‘Elsa & Anna’ we’re there to meet, greet & book the babies in, to see Santa in his Grotto!

Some of you will know, that I have excitable, and some would say, rather high spirited children! Lol. They were so excited, they could’ve BURST!

But when Disney ‘Elsa’ calmly looked and them, smiled and handed them TWO special tickets to the North Pole…that was it…their world, life and existence was absolutely complete!!! They could’ve gone ‘boz eyed’ and passed out with glee!

They were then given a game to play around the Garden Centre, where they were to help Santa find his Reindeers! Some were inside. Some were outside. They had to find as many as possible & write them into the big Reindeer sheet they were given!

AFTER that, they followed Santa’s snowy footsteps along a path, which led them to a closed entrance, with a curtain, gate & red velvet rope. You couldn’t see inside, but outside was a sign that read, 

‘The North Pole!!’

Even I was excited by this point!!! Haha.

Oh GOSH!!! It was just AMAZING! I was mesmerised and sold on the magic of it all. I mean the kids and I LOVE that it’s a ‘walk through’ Grotto, where you’ll experience things along the way, before you get to Santa! You don’t just queue up, have a bunch of elves try to entertain you for a bit, whilst you look at tinsel and go sit on his lap for a couple seconds….a toy. Haha. 

As soon as they entered the North Pole, ‘Princess Anna’ told them (whilst they’re sat in a cosy Christmasy workshop) that they could sit down and write Santa a letter. They could also post it…there was a giant post box there…and Santa may even reply!!!!

Once they did that, they slowly opened an iron gate that led them further into their walk towards Santa’s actual Grotto! 

It was just so beautiful. It was filled with nature and mysterious smokey lakes, by fairy lit blossom trees, bridges, reindeers, polar bears, a Christmas forest, a mini castle…Just so many interactive Christmas scenes! The kids stopped to look at everything…Junior nearly filled up and cried because he couldn’t believe how wonderful it was & Ruby looked like she was going to quite possibly EXPLODE with excitement!

But when they had successfully followed the path and got to the next curtain…they both paused, said they were nervous. They looked nervous! Haha.

Me: ‘What’s the matter?’

Ruby: ‘I’m really nervous to meet Santa! I hope we’re on the good list. Do you think we are Mum? Cos I’ve been a bit cheeky?’

She looked up at me, with doughy eyes, filled with hope and nerves. 

And in that moment I COULD’VE cried because how they felt was so real. It was so sweet. The Grotto magic had ALREADY swept them away and they hadn’t even been in to see Santa yet! That experience alone is beautiful! There was nothing artificial about it. It was raw. It meant everything to them. 

Then Anna peered out of the curtain again…

Princess Anna: ‘Ssshhhh…You can come in and see Santa now.’

…and after a big deep breathe, they held their little heads high and walked in…

It was just so mesmerising. I couldn’t even speak. I kept whispering because everything around me felt so delicate and magical. I hid in a quiet corner and watched..I let them have their moment with Santa. 

Santa at the Garden Centre Grotto is just so wonderful, because he’s not the crazy, fake, ‘high clicking heels ‘in the air, over jolly sort. He’s a calm, kind and listening sort. 

He told them a magical story. They were quiet and listened. He knew their names. What they’d been up too this year! Everything! They were amazed!!! I loved that their Santa time lasted for a really long while. He really took his time to talk to them about Christmas, family & kindness. He really respected their wishes and beliefs. 

(I mean usually at Grottos, Santa’s asks one question, Santa’s not that bothered, a picture is taken, you get a rubbish gift and your booted out for the next kid!! Haha.) 

Not here! Every little piece of detail is taken into account. 

Plus, the gifts they received from Santa that day were AMAZING. I’m not kidding!!! They were of super high quality!! Junior opened up a big interactive ‘makes noises too’ Monster Truck and a Build Your own Racing Car!! Ruby recieved a giant jigsaw that she could colour, once completed and a big ‘Make Your Own Unicorn’ String Art set! The gifts were actually fantastic! They were gifts that you would actually GIFT to someone’s child. 

(And i day that because two years ago, we once went to a grotto, in a popular shopping centre and Junior got a tiny, car…it was the size of a ‘Hot wheels’ one, but plastic and looked liked it may have cost 25p? Haha. Ruby once recieved a bag of sweets? They were in there for 3 minutes tops. We didn’t BUY the picture. It wasn’t included in the price…and we paid about £20 something per child.)


So, if you visit a Grotto, this is your one to go to! The experience is phenomenal! It’s classy. There’s a raw family warmth to it. It feels exciting! The gifts are great. The time spend with your children is not only of the finest quality, but it’s just magical. There are games for them to play. They’re occupied, inspiring and active. There are Disney characters! Oh! And when they left the Grotto, with their gifts, & photos, they were greeted by a giant dancing Minion…who they followed around for a bloody good hour, I reckon? Lol. 

We made a family brunch day out, as there’s a coffee shop/restaurant there. merriment got the better of me. We could grabbed coffee, lunch, magic keys and all sorts as they sat down to open their gifts! 

Even when Simon came around afterwards, to see how everything was going, he was brimming with smiles because Ru & Ju had, had such a wonderful time! Isn’t that lovely!!! 

Then Jenna showed up later and I just looked at her with absolute amazement because any human who can MAKE an experience as phenomenal as that… with their bare hands…is just remarkable. 

We loved it and you should too! 

Don’t forget to make memories. It was the happiest Sunday afternoon! I was so grateful to have had that moment to treasure ever!

Doing Life, the only way i know how…

Happy Weekend! You made it. If you’ve been anything like I, you’ve certainly had the busiest week! All a ‘goody.’ But ‘oh so’ busy!! I’m shattered. But there’s no rest for the delightful…I’m already on a train headed to Leeds City Centre to shimmie out a bit of ‘acting.’ It’s around 7.55am. 

So, yes! If you’ve had a hectic one…just relax, breathe and take a minute to DO YOU. Don’t forget to enjoy doing you & being you. We kinda forget to at times.

There’s a lot going on. There’s a lot of work. (Which I’m happy about!) So much ‘stuff’ in my personal life to tend to. (Court on Tuesday.) Plus all the school commitments with Ruby & Junior, ‘The Wunna Babies.’ (Ruby spent the day as a Victorian servant on Thursday & Friday, they’ve both headed to school in their Christmas pyjamas, to help raise money for ‘Children in Need.’) 

Just life really! Yeah. Just life. But I’m good! I’m feeling tough. I’m feeling lucky. How you feeling? 

There’s always gonna be good things, that are kinda made mightier by the bad things, we encounter. But d’ya know what? I’m quietly confident, I’m chilled and I’m definitely bathing in wine tonight. 🙂 

I’ve worked really hard, like ‘old school’ me would! When I was a young, fresh faced, eager 20 something in LA. Where I felt unstoppable. I always blah that time off with ‘ I just drank, married an actor and had fun.’ But I didn’t. When I first landed on Los Angeles soil…I smashed it & achieved everything I wanted…because I wanted it so badly.

I’m working that hard now…

Whenever I 100% effortthings, no matter what, I NEVERfeel like I’ve let myself down.(And let’s face it, that’s a ‘jig’ I’m really great at! lol) 

But Yes! No distractions. No distractions is working!! This week…i’ve been a true ‘tryer.’ It’s been non-stop. But I’m loving it. I’m going for it. There’s a fire in my belly. I see the big picture and I want! It’s sexy. There’s a glisten…

(I’ve also just had a Vegan breakfast wrap. I’m loving being vegan, because it’s keeping me slim…I actually feel wonderful! Yet I’m never having a vegan breakfast wrap…in my life…ever… again. I’ll stick to strong, black coffees. We’ll keep it gangsta, up here in Wunna Land. Warmed up scrambled tofu.. in a wrap…is without any doubt….the enemy. I had great banter with the server though. She dropped my first wrap by accident. Haha. I liked her. She was cute. 

The vegan breakfast wrap even HATED itself!!!! It leapt out of the oven without permission and tried to splatter it’s own existence, all over the floor.) 

I’m doing well! I think I’m just shattered because I’ve spent my entire week auditioning and working non-stop. But like I said, I’m grateful. It could be worse! I’ve noticed that I don’t like to give myself a break. Once I want…that’s it, I’m ‘all cylinders going.’ 

I guess doing everything you possibly can, (where it’s worth it) works. The ‘where it’s worth it’ part is essential. If you’re doing everything in all the wrong places, for all the wrong people…You’re kinda wasting your time. 

‘Work smart, not hard.’

I’ve got my hand on my heart. I’m happy. I’m alive. I’m well. I’m kicking. I’m doing all that my soul wishes and as I always say….

I’m EXACTLY where I’m meant to be.  (I’m positioned..correctly. I’ve got this!)

So! If you follow my ‘socials’ you’ll know that I’m doing my Insta Story questions on a daily. I’m not answering too many of them because the only thing everyone’s asking me about is my love life? 


Like I said, I’m not distracted right now. I’ve done that, a million times before. I’m pretty focussed. And yeah, I get it…everyone feels as though I’m SO apparently desired. But like a quote I once read on my friend Harriet’s Insta story….

‘…just because someone’s desires you, it doesn’t mean they actually VALUE you.’

I’m grown. I’m not a kid. I never get the two twisted…and I’m feeling pretty full & pretty happy right now. I have everything I want & I’m doing all that makes me beam! Any ‘additions’ will kinda have to enhance my life, in some way. 

There’s a glint in my eye. A magic. I feel like I’m sat on a rocket, with a Prosecco..and I’m headed to the top of the skies!!! 

(Well, not right now, this second. Right now this second, I’m drinking a much needed black coffee, on a train that’s tinkering into Leeds station.) 

But I hope you’re all well!!!  How’s life feeling, as we’re headed into the festive season? Lol. I don’t really get too needy at Christmas. It’s my favourite time of year. I’m excited!!!! I’m not feeling needy, at all. I feel like I’m about to have the best Christmas ever and I don’t even know why? It’s not like I’ve had an easy end to 2019! It’s been shit!!! Haha.

But we’re almost in December, which is my BIRTHDAY month. They say that you’re at your most powerful ‘spiritually’ during your month of birth!!! 

So let the snow fall, grab your tinsel, pour a rum…and enjoy it! 

Godda go! I’m at YAFTA today. 

Self Tapes, Nudes & Big Tings

I started my morning with 2 self-tape auditions. It’s nuts because they’re 2 completely different roles. One of them isn’t even what I originally thought?? They couldn’t be further apart. They’re great. Yet you have to try & ‘whop out’ a bit of acting. A bit of magic. Mainly because you just really WANT the role, the success, the tape, the credit or the money.

I’m baby stepping. But I reckon that’s the way to do it. The 22yr old ‘West Hollywood’ version of me would’ve tried to run before she could walk. Before she was ready. Y’know, ‘wing it with a wink.’

The 38yr old version of me THINKS she knows what she’s doing. (But can someone just say ‘Yes…’ quickly, because I’ve literally done a zillion self tape film auditions in a few days…and the videos are using up all my selfie storage. 😉 I’m joking. But I still want a ‘yes.’ )

Saying that, I’m still good at winging it. It’s a talent that every human, who has been through shit can do. Haha. It kinda turns into an essential life tool. A necessity. You never know what’s gonna happen, so it’s good to refrain from being ‘stuck in your ways.’ Being able to meander & find a solution is always a winner. I teach that on to Ru & Ju…and I never dwell on anything.

‘Chrissie’s hilarious. She’s about to strut into a scene. She’s full speed ahead. She’s been half asleep previous, so she’s behind the scenes rushing about in a panic, hair flicking, sorting herself out and adjusting her boobs, because her character’s sassy & trampy.

It’s all improv…So there’s no script. She can say what she wants…as she goes along. It’s turning dark outside.

She quickly eyes herself up in a window, takes a deep breathe, looks at me and says…

What’s the dead mans name?



And in a flash, she turns away and darts into the scene, like she owns the fucking world! Haha.’

I would’ve preferred to do it with a pina colada in my hand….Yet no such luck prevailed. You can’t win’em all. That’s the only shit thing about acting. It’s PRETEND drinking at a funeral. Lol.


Geordie Ben: ‘You made an effort today Chrissie. You’re outfit looks SO Summery.

Me: ‘Oh! Don’t start!! I’m ill. Infact, BRING IT! Bring it now!!! I’m READY!!! Haha.’

Geordie Ben (who I act with) automatically assumed that I was there to seduce him. (As that is my ‘Casting type.’ Lol. I’ll always play the sassy, sexy vixen chick, who struts in and fucks things up, masterfully… for someone innocent blond.)

However, if seduction was the case, I wore an outfit that covered EVERY SINGLE bit of FLESH, on my ENTIRE body, from my chin to my ankles. Haha. I think I opted for being fluey over seduction.

Ben: ‘She’s like Angelina Jolie, in ‘Mr & Mrs.Smith. Like Gaby in Desperate Housewives..’

He’s obviously had a…..

Me: ‘Kitty! You were good when you played his giddy fan! You were good at that! You actually looked really embarrassed about the nudes you sent him.’

Kitty looked like was having a hard time with herself when she left YAFTA last Saturday evening. We’re all at different stages, but on the same journey. I think when she breaks down an emotional barrier…She’ll smash it…cos she’s feisty. She’s smart. She’s obviously been through shit. Yet breaking that barrier is difficult. She was hard on herself. So I reminded her of what she was good at. One day it’ll ‘click’ and she’ll look back and laugh.


‘Have you ever sent anyone a nude before Chrissie?’

‘Haha. Obviously. I have a pre-shot, pre-edited gallery of nudes ready to go!’

‘I’m dying!!! Really??’

‘No. Not now I’m older & wiser.

Being an actor is just not an easy career choice. It’s hard.

I guess people always think actors just pick up scripts and read lines in different voices. That’s not it at all. That’s the opposite to what we do. We have to be able to FEEL everything and deliver a story, truthfully. We have to be able FEEL happiness, pain, life, other characters and use emotions as triggers, to get to a place on cue. It’s not easy at all. It’s full on. It exhausted you.

Yafta’s great because I’ve had some great ‘moments’ with people, within those walls. I mean anytime you’ve started off your day pretending to eat vanilla ice-cream out of a bowl with Monica, is ace!

Anytime you’ve managed to sit in a mood lit ‘therapy room’ with Irish Rosie, crying at a pretend love story, that you’re actually telling… is magical.

Anytime you’ve managed to state to ‘Tutor Dave’ that biting someone’s penis off, is simply a Wednesday…is a wonder.

‘Well that’s a Wednesday to me…Bite off penis……Get milk…Haha.’

Every week…more memories are made within those walls. Those memories weirdly turn into big careers. It’s indescribably beautiful.

Anyway. I’ve done all my ‘dos.’ I’ve sent off all my self tapes. I’ve read my sides for my Monday audition and I’ve just read a message from a casting team, who got my submission too late. (Awesome. Lol.)

I’ve caught up with Meli’s love life. She’s replacing men with sprouts. Not the best idea, because she’ll end up with green wee… Her heart will still be achey. Her piss, will smell of veggies. I do like sprouts. So I’m there. Men ARE, at times, an annoying species. However, her heart seems to be able to handle anything. She has this ability to understand anyone and everything…and see the world through their eyes. Guys don’t always work like that and I have no clue why?

She could’ve at least replaced men with vodka. Then she could’ve worn a Russian hat and done that ‘boingy’ dance that they do, whenever she felt alone. Haha. I live for that ‘boingy’ dance. What’s it even called? D’ya know the dance I mean? Is there even a dance? Have I just made that up??

Anyway, I also backed ‘Miss. Murphy’ up, this morning before 9am. She doesn’t really need backing up. But I like to do it anyway because…well I’m a feisty one, aren’t I! We’re fire sign women..So we don’t like folk to ‘diddly dally’ with us. I’m

I guess, i’d say, it’s annoying when you have big things to tend to (like she does) and little things try to tinker in…with little thing problems…that have absolutely no relevance or depth to your current real life…‘big picture.’


Okay. I’m off now. I wonder what life’ll bring tomorrow…

So much has DONE me..

Just good times. I’m working a lot and loving it. Any form of distraction, is getting booted out the window, if it doesn’t enhance my life in any way & I’m really proud of myself for that. I’ve done SO SO much in life. Yet at the same time SO SO much has DONE me. 🙂 (So, to speak…) 

You wouldn’t believe the things my eyes have seen, or my soul has been through. Like many, I’ve had to learn everything the hard way. On the contrary, at the same time, I’ve been unbelievably lucky! I’ve had SO many great times! I’ve had great experiences & achieved great things. But, as positively as I can put this….I guess, we only really LEARN from the bad times. Don’t we? 

Then when we rip that plaster off & give our ‘poorly’ some actual air…that’s when the magic begins. It’s when the healing starts…

If I’m being honest, I can’t believe it’s taken a truck load of shit, a bundle of REAL drama & being 38 (almost 39) to actually pull up a chair, sit down, smile & with every inch of me say ‘I’m right here & really here this time.’ I’m doing me and staying 100% focused!

I feel a magic swirl in the airs of Wunna Land, right now. 

If you didn’t know, I’m someone that has that true Yorkshire, good old, will power! Once I commit to something whole heartedly…that’s it. I can take something on, something that I love & stand tall through the hard times OR give up something that’s bad for me, ‘just like that.’  Cold turkey. No drama. I find it easy.

The career’s going well. It’s going well because this time around…I want it very much!!!! I’m finally excited. I’m working hard. I’m performing well. I’m on the right path. A good track. Finally!!!

Hopefully it ends in absolute, jolly success. However, being lucky enough to just do something that you love kinda ‘ticks’ that box anyhow! I’ll never have to ‘clock in’ or ‘clock out’ of some mundane, grey ‘der-der,’ that I hate. Y’know, a mundane, grey ‘der-der,’ that has no soul or no real connection to my joys, heart or talent. 

I count myself lucky for that. Previous brave decisions, had my back.

Anyway. Back to reality. I’ve had the worse case of the flu. I accessorised such, with what I call, a ‘gammy’ infected left eye. 

Soph: ‘You’re like Lisa ‘left eye’ Lopez, from TLC.’

Me: ‘…but less successful and without her ability to rap.’

My ‘gammy’ eye annoys me because not only does it KILL & throb…But it also CRIES whenever it feels like it…and it makes me look WEAK!!! Lol. I hate that! 

On the school run, Friday…I stood in the playground with one side of my face fine & the other side looking weepy and pathetic. 

It was an utter sight of beauty. ‘Manda,’ (one of the school mums) even offered to take me to a bush and ‘squirt’ something in it, to make the infection disappear? I politely declined the offer…although kind. The ‘squirt’ wouldn’t have bothered me. However, the fact that I’d actually have to WALK to a bush looking WEAK, would’ve killed me. I’m a proud gal. 

Unfortunately for ‘Meli’ (Other school mum & mate) I decided to turn to her and give her really bad advice on men with axes. I do love hearing about other people’s romantic on-goings. It makes my heart flutter. However, why anybody finds comfort in my love life advice is beyond me? My love life track record has been shit? The only thing I have to offer is the fact that I’ve been there. I get it. Still all ended badly though! Lol 

Oh? I’ve got distracted. I had the busiest week last week. It was stressful & manic. I was all over the place. It was like trying to hold 42 bouncy kangaroos, in a wiggling net, whilst sipping tea out of a china teacup…on roller blades. 

I’m not good with animals, my arms don’t work, I only drink wine and well, as you can imagine, I don’t think roller blades are a strength of mine. 

There were times where I felt sorry for myself. But I hustled through with the kids and a smile on my ‘stress’ face. 

I also had a bunch of lines to learn, for different scripts, a monologue to learn- ready to perform on camera & 3 self-tape auditions to complete and send off to casting. 

I liked that bit. That bit calmed by soul. I pretty much spend a good chunk of my time doing (what looks like) ‘talking to myself’ in carparks, bedrooms & in every  quiet spot going …learning lines. I love it. It’s magical. But boy, it was hard work..During a really busy week! It takes or out of you emotionally…because you have to feel soooo much. 

I thought I could’ve dissolved or burst! I couldn’t quite decide? At the same times as feeling excited, I was certainly feeling sorry for myself. 

Then on Friday morning. I read a post by my friend ‘Miss.Murphy.’ We’re quite close. I love spending time with her. She’s a good soul. Her post was heartbreaking & It kinda just put everything into perspective. 

Y’know, in life…anything can happen & sometimes we can ‘fuss and flip’ over the smallest things, that don’t really matter, when there Aww really BIG, life changing moments occurring in other peoples lives that they can’t change. 

I stopped feeling sorry for myself. My heart went out to her…

Saturday morning, 6.30am… I was ready. Filled with the flu. Still with my ‘gammy’ infected eye. I left the babies with Grandma and I made my way into the city of Leeds.

It was freezing. (But it was fine.) I got sprayed down my a killer hose pipe. (I laughed it off.) I missed my mouth and spilt my entire coffee down my front, because I didn’t secure the lid on tight enough. (It didn’t matter.) 

I got there. I made it. And as I walked down Kirkstall Road, Leeds to YAFTA, I read my WhatsApp messages from Meli…

& I beamed!

Life is good. I pushed open the door, shoved a brick in place, with my foot to hold it open & saw Geordie Ben & Kitty sat on a grey sofa…

(T-Bone just messaged… )

Always play with fire…

Tim: ‘Why do you write in pencil?

Me: ‘I just prefer it, why? It feels comfy…a bit of lead on paper…’

I love to write in pencil. I’ve no clue why? It makes my writing feel more like ‘art.’ I like the way the wood rolls on my fingers. I enjoy the raw, natural ‘scratchy’ sound it makes, when I scribble.

 There’s a safety to it. If I don’t like a written piece of my life, I can simply go back & rub it out…like it never even happened…EVER. I like to rub it out myself, rather that hit the ‘delete’button. The elbow workseems to give my actions more purpose and worth. 

All I do then is re-write on-top of it, with better words that describe how I feel. OR with words that only tell the part of the story, that I want you to know.

I can keep the rest secret, that way. Everyone has secrets. 

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m far from living in a cave. I do also like to type. I’m fresh! I’m alive. Haha.  However, my pink notebook…. (I have one of those little mini laptop things..)is busted, slow and on its last legs. So it’s basically shit. 

I hate typing on my phone, because it doesn’t feel like a piano. It’s disjointed and stabby. It doesn’t flow musically. It feels like I’m typing out a quick shopping list. I hate it. So if I have to phone type, (like I am now,) I’ll write my entire blog out ON PAPER beforehand…to deliver that essential…’flow.’ Lol 

I love how all guys keep sliding into my DMs and offering me their body, drinks or dates…But not anything I need…like a NEW pink mini laptop? I really don’t want your willy. It’s not helpful. 

Me: ‘Why do you still wear that naff shirt?’

Tim: ‘Nothing else is clean.’

Me: ‘What? EVER??’

Tim: ‘It’s my lucky shirt.’

Me: ‘You GET lucky in it, or it BRINGS you actual luck?’

Tim: ‘Neither. Haha.’ 

Me: ‘Haha..Stop being pointless.’

Tim: ‘Have you learnt your monologue?’

Me: ‘Yeah. I’ve got it. I think Melissa’s been called into ITV today for Emmerdale? I saw it on her insta. I also saw that Ezra started following her.’

Tim: ‘Where did Ezra see her?’

Me: She was at the casting workshop with me & she does the YAFTA evening classes. I’ve actually worked with her loads. I love her.’ 

Tim: ‘Aren’t you both the same casting type?’

Me: ‘Haha…yeah.’ 

Tim: ‘Why am I not getting called in on anything!?!?!’ 

Me: ‘You will…’

Y’see, being an actor is great. But being a great actor who doesn’t get called in on stuff, is shit. (That’s his problem.) 

Like with anything, you kinda have to hustle, your way in. If you don’t hustle…you have to be extremely lucky. If you’re not extremely lucky & you don’t hustle…AS IN put yourself in the right place…You’re fucked. 

You can have all the talent in the world, but you’ll be sat in your living room, with all the talent in the world, doing nothing, because no-one can see it. No-one knows about it. 

What I love about Melissa (other than her being a great actress)is that she’s lived. She has a story. She knows mine. I know hers. But away from that she comes from a Marketing/PR background. She’s determined. She knows how to sell herself and how to get herself in that casting room. 

So whilst Tim’s sat here in his shit, unlucky t-shirt, with ALL of his talent and his fingers crossed, hoping that some giant Director (who’s never met him lol) will knock on his door and give him the lead role, in a spangly, brand new movie.

Melissa…who has JUST started evening classes at YAFTA…a couple months ago is already sat at ITV (this minute, as we speak) auditioning for Emmerdale. 

That’s how it works. That’s how any business works. 

Tim: ‘That video…slow motion…black & white… that you posted, of you playing with a sparkler…’

Me: ‘Yeah..’

Tim: ‘It’s beautiful….and creepy. Like one of those videos that people replay & remember you by….when you’ve passed away…’

Me: ‘Haha.. Cheers! Thanks!’

Me: ‘Snapchat mate. Slow motion. Black & white. Gets you every time… 😉  I Hope Melissa smashes it!’

Tim: ‘You two are so lucky. She’s reading at fucking ITV. You accidentally end up in a lift with flipping Quentin Tarantino..Honestly, wtf!’

 Me: ‘That was ages ago. Right. I need to go through these scripts for Saturday. I haven’t looked at them yet & my headshots are back from editing. Dropbox won’t even download on my phone, cos my storage is full.’

Last night, Ruby, Junior & I had THE MOSTbeautiful night. It was so beautiful, there are no words to describe how magical our time was! It was so simple. It was perfect. 

We didn’t want to go anywhere crowded filled with people that may bump into..and do the ‘ooooh/aaaarh’ pantomime of Bonfire Night. (The weird thing is…my kids are asking for privacy now.) 

If we go to a restaurant in Leeds,  Ruby will ask to be seated at the most private table, away from everyone. She’s happy. She’s lively. She’s polite. She’s playful. But SHE WILL always ask! I’ve noticed her do it more & more. 

Junior won’t even be alone anymore. He’ll panic. He’ll hold a wee in for hours & hours at school, until he knows someone else is going to the loo also. JUST SO he’s not on his own. It frightens him. Just recently I’ve watched him lock & re-lock his side of the car door, over & over again…just to feel extra safe. 

Last night, we were happy. Last night, we were safe. 🙂 

We just wanted to do life under the night sky, with each other…No-one but us! That’s exactly what we did. The skies occasionally burst into fireworks. The air smelt of that glorious musty smoke. (One of my favourite smells & currently Ruby’s favourite smell.) 

With everything we’re going through these happy moments of celebration and family mean SO much to us. SO much!! We treasure them with all of our heart. 

We’re so thankful to everyone who makes them even more delightful.

Creating a wonderful life for them, one that’s filled with happy memories, exciting moments & celebration is THE ONLY thing that matters to me. Nothing else….even if it’s something that makes me happy…it doesn’t comes close, to the above. 

Last night, we wanted nothing & had everything we needed. It was beautiful. What we shared was…Well…we…

Words just can’t measure up to how we actually felt! 

Junior conquered a fear and burst into a merry excitement. He felt 10 feet tall!!! 

Ju: ‘I did it!!!! I DID IT, MUMMY!! I DID IT!!! I want to do it again!!’

Before Ruby went to bed, she wrote me a note…(She loves a note. As do I….Y’know, everyday she’s becoming more & more like me…by accident. It fills me with worry, just as much as it does happiness.) 

It read…

‘Thank you for everything Mum! Thank you for everything you do.It was THE BEST bonfire night, we’ve ever had! I will remember it forever.’

Magical Saturday’s

Life’s okay. I’ve been working on my monologue & scripts all morning, on my own, in my bedroom, as a tortoise crawled around my floor, weeing on things. 

I’m lying. Life isn’t JUST okay, it’s actually amazing. I’m feeling great, after having a couple of stressy days. Shit days, where you commit to feeling sorry for yourself. Those days that never seem to flipping end. Haha. They just keeeeep ooooon going. 

Luckily, they did end…and thankfully it all perked up after a meet up with Miss. Murphy by Christmas trees & fairy lights, with WhatsApp messages from Meli & her love life, black ‘because I’m vegan’ tea, diet chats, kids with cake, doing life and then red wine at Rogerthorpe Manor, under the night sky, to close off. 

It just felt really late. But it wasn’t. When I got home my mum was at mine, beaming with smiles…I’m lucky like that. She always catches on when I’m having a shit time…and makes it better, with all sorts of jiggers pokery. (I love that my predictive text tried to make me type ‘pink eye’ instead of ‘pokery.’)

I still haven’t got around to telling you about all the wonderful things that I got up to over half term. But I guess, I’ll just write about them when I’m ready? They’re coming. They are. My mind just isn’t going there right now. It’s playing over here and they’re over there. Lol

Saturday was great! It was SUCH a great day! I checked into YAFTA. I LOVE checking into YAFTA on Saturday. We’re such an ace group of actors. All different. All hard working. All close. But we all get each other. There’s a love. There’s a trust. There’s a magic. We’re smashing it now. We’re working together. 

We’re almost like lunatics who cry, laugh,  and shout at each other in a grey carpeted room… whilst pretending we’re stranded on a raft? Haha. 

But we love it. It’s the best time. Saturday was AMAZING. 

Ben (our tutor) got us to ‘play.’ He’s an amazing actor. He looks like ‘Louis Tomlinson.’ He got us to FEEL. He got us to evoke our imaginations again, without any bit of fear. 

He took us back to the simple ‘basics’ of it all. He got us to REMEMBER WHY we were there. He opened us up. He PLAYED with us. We were helped and guided us to warmer shores. 

That was one of the first times we ALL worked as ‘one’ and created. It was WONDERFUL. 

I love Ben, he’s ace. I mean, anytime you’re stood at the top of a dark stairway, about to make an entrance into a scene at around 4pm…literally PISSING YOURSELF with your tutor, is bliss. 

We were laughing so hard, that we couldn’t even get our words out! It was all in the name of creation, playing, acting and fun! 

It was a moment. A moment that he had created for us all.

Ben: ‘Right…Lol…Play ya Dad….You’ve been lost in the woods FOR DAYS and you have NO CLUE what’s going on? But you’ve ended up on THEIR campsite…..Hahaha. Your objective IS to…Lol….You don’t need an objective. Take a moment, then make your entrance. Lol’ 

The entire top floor of that building was just FILLED with light & life!!!! It swirled around each of us!!! The rest of the world didn’t matter at that time! It was OUR world! 

…it’s always the people that create these moments, that keep everything magical. I love people who have that ability!!! It’s one of the finest abilities, you could ever admire.

I mean, I know tons of people doing jobs they HATE. I’m so happy and so lucky to be around and to be doing the one thing that I LOVE! I always count my blessings…

Like I said…it was a moment! 

We all had SO many of these moments, that Saturday. They’re the kinda moments that get *paused* in time and remembered forever. They’re treasured and gathered aren’t they?

I LOVE remembering.

What a great day! 

Then ‘Bill’ (who’s real name is Michelle) ruined my career by fixing her ‘Goblin’ dance in my head! She’s like an old school, rockstar, ‘back in the day,’ party girl,’ now grown woman, who loves a vape, thinks men are ‘WEAK’ & collects SKULLS for kicks. She’s wonderful. Haha. I swear she ‘heel clicked’ in the air, yet didn’t know her body could do that! 

Geordie Ben: ‘I will admit….that is such a strange *go to* dance.’

Me: ‘The heel/toe has tipped me over the edge. I AM dying! Why am I finding it so funny?’

I was literally crying with laughter. I couldn’t stop. She was SO excited because she’d just bought a creepy puppet for £165, that she had wanted for 3 entire years? (Lord fucking knows? Haha) 

Someone told her to dance. I think it was ‘Really good at dabbing’ Monica? I dunno? But she did. 

‘Bill’ went for it. 

She performed her dance, with her heart on her sleeve, like she was an overly happy, pissed up Goblin, under a dirty, crooked bridge, who had just won the creepy puppet, Goblin lottery. 

I was in tears!! I even had to re-glue my eyelashes back on. 

Then unfortunately for me, the dance planted in my memory forever….right before I was to do a scene with a lovely, 12year old named ‘Joe’…where in which I was to play his ‘mum’ & be devastated because I had given him up for adoption, when he was 2!! 

‘Ffs! All I have is your Goblin dance in my head!!! I can’t stop!’

Saturday was great! 

Then all my trains got cancelled, so I had to drink red wine, out of paper cups for a couple hours in a train station. It was actually lovely. Two ‘Northern Rail’ dudes started doing Ballet, cuddling each other and then asked me what I thought? 

‘Yeah. Yeah. A bit odd. But of course…beeeautiful!’

I think they’d had enough because every human on Earth (BUT I)  was complaining at them. Haha. 

Then life went on…

It’s Coupling Up Season….

Right. So yesterday, before my ‘House Of Solo’ magazine catch up, I was sat writing blog notes, the old fashions way because my phone was on 6% charge. I had a pineapple juice as my only companion. My eyes were red raw and stinging. I don’t know why? Maybe I have a cold? Before you all start…it’s NOT ‘pink eye.’ 

(Everyone always thinks I’m like this over sexed floozy. I’m just drawn this way…I have my moments. I have too much eye liner on. I have had ‘pink eye’ before. But today is not one of those sexy days. I’m simply have the boring ‘almost flu.’) 

Anyway, I got distracted from blog notes, because I was watching a nearby Tinder Date occur before my very eyes. I love watching dates. I hate Tinder. I wouldn’t do Tinder ever. But it does work for some. A friend of mine got married from a ‘Tinder Match.’ If you think you have seen me on Tinder. It isn’t me? I once had a guy spot me and bring me a ‘Baby Powder’ Yankee candle after thinking he had been speaking to me on Tinder for weeks? He let me have the candle anyway! Haha. But obviously be careful.

But yes, watching the awkwardness of others on dates is always delightful! We all love, love. We’re hooked on it. We root for a happy ending…

Sometimes…it’s just shit. 

I’m not being awful, before everyone gets their knickers in a twist! Let’s face it. We all know I’m rubbish at dating. Especially first dates. In my defence (lol) I chose to go on a flipping blind date, on the telly, as millions of humans watched on and therefore watched me make a glorious donkey out of myself, in the name of love and entertainment. I loved it! I’d do it again. 

They only had ME watching. So, basically. I’m saying…they totally had it easy.

So, they’re sat there. It was strange. They had nothing to really say to one another than the awkward pleasantries and they seemed uncomfortable. Both a bit fidgety, yet hopeful. (It was beautiful.) 

They took it in turns to buy each other juice. (I never do juice on a date. I hate juice on a date. I once got given a bottle of water…it was annoying lol.) 

It was all ‘So…yeah….I like music…and….erm….I have a dog…’ weirdness.

It was a fumble of sorts and the girl kept talking about how she wanted to lose weight and start an exercise class. She was certainly curvy. They both were. Yet she wasn’t ready to OWN her body and sass it about. 

They’re insecurities were almost sweet. There was a delicate uncomfortable, oddness. It was awful to watch the distinct lack of confidence displayed by both parties. Lol. 

I wanted to save them…but instead I opted for telling everyone on my Instagram story. 🙂 I needed to tell someone, it was just too much to hold in!! So I told you lot! Be grateful! I was rooting for them!

Anyway, then she pops to the loo. It’s been going downhill. This is why she shouldn’t have had ‘heavy bladder’ juice and instead chose ‘electrify your entire system’ Prosecco. Haha.

He sat alone looking like a lost part. So he picks up his phone…and does that ‘scroll for comfort and no reason’ thing. It seemed to last ages…

It was definitely going shit. His t-shirt was also too small. But that’s fine. It’s life. My egos often too big. I never apologise for it. 😉 

Then when she returns…his eyes light up! My heart flutters!!! He doesn’t know what to say though (Noooooooooo) and goes for ..

‘Look at all these girls messaging me on Tinder right now!!!! Some are weird. But some are alright! I mean look at this one….She’s….’ 


His date: ‘Oh? You’re on Tinder right now?’


Dude: ‘No….erm…no! No….not right now…. I mean…’

His date: ‘I turned my notifications off. Where was it you lived? It’s quite far from

Me isn’t it?’

And just like that he messed up his shot at love!!!

As Dave my acting tutor says…

‘Know how to get out of your own way!!!’ 


I properly felt for him. I mean we’ve all fumbled. He just looked like he really wanted love. Why he went with ‘look at all these girls..’ I’ll never know? He definitely didn’t mean to! He didn’t realise what he was doing? He panicked!!  I’ve done shit like that before….and you honestly cringe afterward. 

They didn’t seem to speak for the rest of the date…by then ‘House of Solo’ magazine had walked in and sat down in front of me. 

HOS: ‘What you doing?’

Me: ‘Nothing. Blog notes. How are you?’

And just like that life went on…

But I don’t want to leave it glum! 

Later than evening… I witnessed blushing and cuteness by fresh cream strawberry scones and signing in forms. 

‘She’s on a date tonight?’

…it was with a golf adoring, expensive gin loving potential suitor. 

I LOVE seeing a quiet excitement in people’s eyes, when they’re about to go on a date! It’s magical isn’t it?

Of course, being Yorkshire…if such a gleam is witnessed we immediately have to take the playful piss out of them…lovingly. 

But I liked it…There was all this love and hope a swirling!!!

So, what I’m gonna say is it’s ‘coupling up’ season as the evenings get a little chillier.

Please do enjoy it! 

Ps/ I’ve obviously done a lot over the last few weeks…I’ve been to so many places, met so many people…So all my upcoming blog posts, will be telling you of those adventures. I just needed to general chit chat to get back into the swing of things. Lol

A Door Swing Saved My Life..

My phones on 1% charge….Hang on….

Sometimes, you meet some really great people in life. Y’know, the kinda people who put your faith back in the art of humanity. They sort of *pop* out of nowhere, right when you need them. They hit *pause* on rules, duty, or what ‘paper’ may state is expected of them…and instead see THEMSELVES as human, see YOU as human…and therefore deliver these miraculous actions out of good will, kindness, respect, support, good morals or anything other bits of ‘ooh laa’ you wish to add on in. They step forward with their heart, in a moments notice…because they didn’t realise what was a coming!?! 

I’m lucky enough to actually know so many humans like this! SO MANY! That’s how lucky I am! 

Some I’ve known all my life. Some I’ve encountered for a moment. Some for a season. Some for a reason. Some I didn’t know at all. Some I’ll know for a lifetime. 

Every single one of them I’ll always treasure. 

I also regard myself as one of ‘those kind of’ humans. ( Haha. Ofcourse.) I might not be there ALL the time. (Unless you’re my loin fruit.) However, I tend to pop up out of the blue, with my big hair toss, and sassy eyelashes, right when you need me, yet probably when you didn’t expect me to even care. 

Yesterday morning, I met a human during a kinda dodgy situation. Really couldn’t have been worse. Lol. It was pretty shit. 

But THEIR path, was to cross with MY path, via a simple early morning, door swing. It’s funny how sometimes nothing is spoken, but so much seems to be being said? Right? 

Long story short. I’ve said, I know loads of wonderful humans. Just recently an awful human came to tamper with my head, my world, my babies and my belief in decency in others. It shook me for a bit. (I’m not shook now. I’m tough. They’re shook.)

What I’m saying is, I needed a reminder….One that winked at me and reminded me that MOST people in the world are good people. 

Yesterday morning, that reminder came. I’m grateful for it. You know who you are. I thank you very much. 🙂 

Them: ‘I tried telling you…But I didn’t know if you caught on? I didn’t know where to put myself!?!’ 

Me: ‘I didn’t catch on at all!! Honestly…thank you so much.’ 

Then like nothing had happened, I did the school run, with my extra length extension and with a smile of relief on my face. 

Ruby: ‘Gosh! Hello, Tuesday!!’ 

Me: ‘One day, everything will just be normal.’

Ru: ‘Maybe it’s not meant to be normal? Maybe it’s a good thing?’

Me: ‘Yeah…maybe…’

…then we unlatched the school’s heavy wooden gate, leading into the playground and started our Tuesday again… Lol! 

Anyway, I worked, I learnt lines, then meetings got cancelled, so I managed to catch up with ‘House of Solo’ magazine. (I had to cancel it earlier, due to drama, but it all worked out in the end.)

HOS: ‘This one **** was a trip! She was all next time you go out to dinner with your friends, invite me. I’d love to go! I was all…Okay cool, come, we’re going out. Then she kicked off because she now DIDN’T want to come, because she had to INVITE HERSELF!! What????? I don’t have time for this!!!!’

Me: ‘Haha!!! I told you months ago that she would be NUTS! Stop working with nuts people!’

Anyway…House of Solo Mag is doing really well. It’s all high fashion deliciousness. You should follow them on Insta etc..because I’m obviously extremely good friends with the lovely CEO. I’ve appeared in the Magazine myself. I think he shot ‘Little Mix’ looking all high fashion…for the cover of the last issue. 

Well…let me just give you a peek into a convo…

HOS: ‘I’m  waiting to hear back. But I guess it’s gonna be Snoop Dogg on the cover.’

Me: ‘Everyone loves Snoop Dogg! He’s like a cool gangsta grandad now.’ 

HOS: ‘Y’know, who’s doing well…Zanetti!’

Me: ‘Yeah…yeah. I know. He’s hustled all that, himself! Plus, everyone loves Zanetti.’

(Tom has already shot the cover.) 

HOS: ‘But he makes it look easy… His life is not easy.’

Me: ‘That’s his job. He has to sell a lifestyle…He’s a good guy. He deserves it. He’s smashing it. Who’s cover sold well?’

HOS: ‘Louis Tomlinson..’

Me: ‘I LOVE Louis. We’re both Doncaster. Like literally from the same part!’

HOS: ‘Good, cos I’m shooting him again and you can do the interview!!!!’

Me: ‘YES!!! I want!!’ 

HOS: ‘Do you know a good PR?’

Right…so I’ve plonked that piece of the conversation in, to show you how our industry and business works. 

It’s literally ALL friendships, work relationships and networking. I say WORK relationships because you don’t want to sell yourself the wrong way, to people that you may end up working with. I see girls sell themselves short…a lot. I see guys in power take advantage of those situations & laugh about it, with friends over drinks. 

Don’t do that. Always trust your talent, over the way you look. 

Bottom line…

People like hiring people they already know. There’s a comfort to it. It’s also easier. People are busy, they want easy. People also like hiring people who they trust will perform. They also ask their friends to recommend other brilliant people. 

Got it? 

Talent + Networking is a dream come true. 


Now I can tell you about the Tinder Date, I ear wigged on….

Clairvoyants, Walks & Packed Lunches

Okay. I wrote this blog yesterday. I didn’t get to publish it because my life swirled by me. I decided to go with it. Enjoy it though! Please, please do! Have a very warm welcome into Wunna Land…

Dear Diary….

Rubes was up at 5.30am this morning, because she was SO excited & utterly delighted to make a packed lunch. (She never ever gets to have a packed lunch for anything really? Therefore the novelty of such a wonder fills her soul with absolute life.) 

Ru: ‘Are you up or asleep?’

Me: ‘Up, but kinda tired and want to be asleep?’

Ru: ‘Good. Let’s make packed lunches!!!’

Haha….She was just so excited, I couldn’t help but go with it. 

And just like that…Wednesday had begun. (It was raining outside. It was dark. Junior wasn’t one bit bothered about MAKING a packed lunch. As long as one was visible & edible at the desired time, he’d be happy.) 

Ru: ‘Aren’t you gonna put your hair in?’

Me: ‘I don’t need a hair extension in to make ham sandwiches at 5am. Haha.  I haven’t even done my face. I haven’t even put my contact lenses in. I’ve literally just woken up..’

Ru: ‘Just thought you’d want too…’

So, as you do…There I was, in a kimono, no face on, barefoot, but with my FULL clip in extension in, cutting sandwiches into triangles, and putting together 2 little pack lunches, at 5.45am. (It was still raining. Still dark outside. Still Wednesday. Lol.) 

I loved it, because I actually never ever get to make the kids packed lunches. They always have lunch at school, or we order a packed lunch FROM school for their trips….or we eat out. In fact, (and this is ridiculous) The Wunna Babies have probably had ROOM SERVICE a ZILLION times MORE, than they have ever… EVER had a packed lunch. 

It was fun. It filled my soul with absolute life. 😉 The simple cuteness of the moment was delightful. We loved it. Ruby smiles at me like her world was utterly complete. It could’ve stayed dark & rained all day and Wednesday would still have been perfect. 

Anyway, today both babies have ‘Founders Day’ at school. (The day their school was ‘founded.’)  No lessons will take place. Junior will be outside ALL day building dens, lighting fires and having a go at pond fishing, in the school’s forest.

Ju: ‘I’m gonna team up with Ray because he’s the best at building dens. He’s the fastest. So if it rains, he’ll build fast and I’ll go in it.’

Me: ‘Yeah, but what do you bring to the table?’

Ju: ‘What table? Is there a table?’

Me: ‘Lol. No. I mean, you can’t just make Ray do all the building. What are you going to do?’

Ju: ‘I’m good at karate kicking & I’ll have to kick angry wolves….’


He then proceeded to show me how great his karate kicks were, so my heart melted and I let him get on with it…

Ru: ‘What about Eoin?’

Ju: ‘Well Ofcourse if I do something, Eoin does & if Eoin does something I do!!’ 

Ru: ‘So poor Ray’s gonna build you BOTH a den?’

Ju: ‘Yeah. But I’m kicking remember!!!!!!’

(He ended up refusing to trade a biscuit with Charlotte, for a Jaffa cake & instead snapped his last Jaffa in half, to share it with Eoin.) 

 Ruby’s on a giant loooong walk today with school. It’s far and rainy. She’ll hate it. (I even felt bad for sending her off today to dedicate her Princess legs to such a task.) 

However, her pride will mean that she’ll just get on with it. Once home, she’ll demand luxury, for comfort. I don’t blame her. It wouldn’t be my favourite game either. (She fell asleep in the car home, had a bath, cried out of tiredness and then went to bed at 6pm!! Haha.) 

She’s in waterproofs (‘Why are they red and not pink Mum?’) She’s also in wellies that (by her own choice) resemble unicorns. (It’s the small things.)

Mrs P: ‘..Ruby your wellies have HORNS & A TAIL on! I want some!!!!’ 


Of course, i forgot my coat, so I’m pretty much wrapped in a giant black and white scarf…FREEZING my tassels off……in the frightful daytime rain. (Yipppeee.) 

Then my car battery drained out, because I left my lights on, whilst en route to buy lace. (Cheers.)

I’m now having to walk, in the cold, with my scarf, avoiding ‘honks’ from trucks, until it’s fixed. However, I am reading WhatsApp messages that go a bit like this….

I’m also answering your questions on Insta ….

My car should be fixed soon. (It didn’t get fixed. It’s still in the garage.) But in a way I’m kinda glad. I didn’t want to head into town, because I’d heard a certain human was there. A human that I really didn’t wish to encounter. 

Nothing is more awkward than having to avoid someone, is it? It’s only awkward because you have to pretend that it’s not remotely awkward. That alone is clumsy and unfulfilling. 

But everything happens for a reason. I’d prefer to wait and walk in the rain. I’m happy. Life is good. There’s no need to venture to town for lace. Who does that anyway? It’s not 1952. ( I went to the library instead. I actually met the most inspiring lady there, who took time out of her life to nurture & direct me. I love that!! You’d think that I’d never go to the  ‘library,’ right? Well you’re wrong. I adore being around knowledge. Even if I don’t choose to read any of it. Haha.) 

Today is shit. Well, it started badly. Maybe it gets better? (Thankfully it did!) 

Right now, I’m  sat having coffee and I’m wanting to unravel my giant scarf & use it as a ‘wrap around’ blanket. Is that acceptable in a public place, or only at ‘The Bennion’s?’ 

If you go over to see Jules (Mrs. B)  for a playdate. (Our children played. Not us. 😉 ) Well, it’s a delight! They should sell tickets.

The hospitality on offer at The Bennion’s is  pretty much first rate. They’ll adore you, relax you and wrap you in beautifully designed ‘bouji’ blanket, as they sit you by a silver, free standing ice bucket, pour a drink of your choice, and gently talk life. 

You’ll watch the sunset over the garden fields, as fresh popcorn kernels, are ‘popped’ in warm warm silver pans, atmospheric music is played and designer Malibu cocktails are created…just for YOU. (Mine even had tiger stripes & tinsel garnish.) 

They enjoy fun, the finer things in life, each other & in most ‘down to earth’ fashion. There’s a bubbly, Yorkshire, ‘rock n roll,’ vibe to them. They also like appearing on my insta story, which is always a bonus. Haha.

It was so great. I officially adore them. I didn’t even know how to thank them? So at the ‘last minute’ I showed my appreciation for them, with a requested concierge service for their trip to Las Vegas. 

Jules: ‘Chrissie, do you know anyone?’

Me: ‘Omg! Please renew your vows!’

I like that people can say, ‘Hey, I’m headed to Vegas and I need adventure brought to me via VIP. Do you know anyone?’ 

I can conjure it up, in a hair flick. So I messaged the guy I know, who owns a great concierge company. He was laid on his sofa in Beverly Hills..chilling. I’ve known him since I was young. 

Me: ‘Are you in Vegas this weekend? I have friends flying over from the U.K. for 4 days, who need hook ups…etc..But they literally fly in 3 days time!?! So they’re gonna need it sorting fast.’ 

Concierge: ‘Hey! Yeah. I’ll absolutely sort it for them. I drive to Vegas Friday…I’m in LA right now. Here’s my work number. They can WhatsApp me.’

He’d be organising the hospitality for Wayne Rooney, Celine Dion and Niall Horan previous. But he managed to also chat to the The Bennion’s and sort them out too. 🙂

Wow! I got really distracted!?! 


What was I on about? Oh yeah. Is it okay for me to sit in a coffee shop, in a blanket, or will people think I’m odd?

I covered this earlier on an insta Q&A. I like attention where it’s due…..

A bit of ‘Oh she’s so wonderful./ What a great talent!/Such a beauty!/ The best…blah, blah, blah.’ 

Yet, I don’t wish to noticeably sit in this coffee shop, wrapped in a giant blanket, in case everyone judges me. lol 

I wonder if my cars gonna get fixed before the school run? (No.) 

It’s 6am Thursday now. I’m laid in bed writing this on my phone, in the dark with my third, right…finger. Haha. 

Today, I watch the children perform in their Harvest Festival. (I’m really excited!!! I love watching their school concerts. Pete’s headed over to watch them both too. That’s Ruby’s dad, in case you didn’t know. We co-parent like a dream!) 

Hopefully my car gets fixed? It’s fine if not. I’ll wait.

But before that, I visit a local Clairvoyant….

Me: ‘Mum. When you booked it, did you give her a fake name? I just want to make sure that she doesn’t go on my blog or Google anything before the reading.’

Mum: ‘I just said for Christina…’

My Arms Work Now & I’m Knackered

Oh my gosh!!! My arms have only just recovered from repeatedly punching the air on Saturday, in the name of learning the Laban technique at YAFTA! (I need to work on my ‘punching.’ I had ‘flicking’ down to a fine art. I’m an actor now. It’s ace!) 

If you don’t know what the Laban technique is, you’re just gonna have to Google it, because I can’t be arsed to type it all out. Lol. But it’s based on physical movement and how it effects us (as humans) emotionally. 

It’s a technique that works wonders for me. It’s crazy how a specific movement can bring on and ignite a certain type of emotion. I used it before my scene and yeah I definitely looked bonkers pressing a wall, 2 minutes before the word  ‘Action’ was shouted. YET, it worked! I felt exactly the way I needed to feel. I was impressed. Lol. 

We also worked on sense memory. I’m emotionally open anyway. So I can find an emotional trigger very easily. I can’t sing though! I certainly proved that! 🙂 But I’m a story teller. I ain’t trying to be Mariah. I don’t wanna deliver a tale via song. 

However, yes…It’s official. I’m 100% old & 99 % unfit.


 I can’t even punch the air without pulling what feels like every single muscle in my entire upper body. Haha. It honestly felt like a workout. I couldn’t move the next day. 

I’m definitely sure it’s good for me & certainly sure that my body has never been exerted in such a manner before. I also should’ve worn a sports bra. Every time I punched, my bra straps would gracefully fall down. Under my jumper a whole different ‘technique’ was going on. Haha. 

Y’know, I’ve noticed that my upper body has spent it’s life being massaged, nurtured and photographed. Lol. Up until Saturday at around 11am, it had never properly ‘punched.’ I mean, it’d performed a ‘Yippee’ baby-like punch. But never anything scary, or aggressive. 

I’m wordy. Not ‘punchy.’

Let’s put it this way, fellow actor ‘Geordie Ben,’ made ‘punching’ look hardcore, dangerous and like Eminem HAD actually LOST himself, in his ‘Lose Yourself’ video. 

I looked like ‘H’ from Steps, performing ‘Agadoo.’

Monica: ‘He looked so Eastenders.’

Me: ‘They’d be like, why has a Geordie moved into the square. Lol’

Geordie Ben: ‘…and why is he repeatedly punching and singing Lose Yourself???’ 

(He does a voice like ‘casting,’ but still sounds really Geordie…)

‘…we haven’t even paid him. He’s just shown up and started punching, man.’

Haha. We just spent our breaks in hysterical fits of banter infused laughter. 

‘Where’s James?’

‘I hope I get to be on Downtown Abbey. Even if all I have to do is walk on and say, * Here’s your spoon, Madam.* Haha.’ 

‘Why do guys think Pandora is the answer to everything?’

‘Yeah. I’m that old. You don’t all have to form a semi circle around me and stare..’ 

‘Just so you know, I’m not here next week. I’m graduating. I haven’t left, before you all start.’

‘She’s left.’

‘Marketing need someone to film an interview. You do it. You’d be good at it Chrissie.

‘Everyone’s sick of me. I talk about it all the time, even without marketing. Lol. Watch me make coffee at YAFTA. Read my YAFTA blog. Hear my YAFTA story. Watch me punch at YAFTA. All about Me. YAFTA! At least they’ll know there’s other people here, if you do it.’

‘I bet James has long hair. SO long that it fell in front of his eyes and he couldn’t find his way to class.

‘Why am I sat here in a giant faux fur? I look like the cast of Dynasty.’

Class was great this Saturday because the ‘pleasantries’ had been thrown out the window. We no longer sat in a room quietly, like we were waiting for hospital results. We’d got to know each other a little better. The first week had already been done and dusted. The tension had lifted. We were all now in film & tv school. The journey had set sail…in Yorkshire. 

Y’know, I HAVE actually done a similar thing when in LA & I can 100% tell you that  the Leeds version is so much better. In LA it was ONLY about the ‘business’ of acting. No-one cared about the craft. Everyone just wanted to be famous, get in front of casting and win. 

At YAFTA, it’s ABOUT the craft, the art, the technique, the talent. You learn ever so much. You work really hard. You make solid friendships. You’re honed, nurtured and refined. This is what makes British actors great! 

At the same time, you’re mentored on the business of it all, as a side line and once ready, you’re placed In front of the ‘decision makers.’ (Casting.) The people who can turn your dreams into real life work, as you’re sent out by the school’s agency.

However, learning the craft and getting great at it, IS the core of it all. You can want something so much, but if you’re not good at what you do, or you don’t TRY to BE good at what you do…someone who IS will always get the role.

(Bare with me. I had late night Wagamamas yesterday. I’m shattered. I think the 4pm coffee I had, whilst discussing life and diets with Miss.Murphy, after glow worm cards & banter, kept me AWAKE! I’m now vegan and she’s now fasting! Lol. What have we become? I love my ‘Murphy Monday’s’ and so do the kids! It’s a treat! I’m actually always excited for them.) 

Luckily, I’ve managed to make it to Tuesday in one piece and I can now freely delight in the fact that my arms are able to move without aching. I bought shoes to celebrate my ‘working arms.’ 

Glitter pumps and platform trainers are the answer to all my life wishes. 

Once November hits, I’m stepping up my style game. Right now, I’m shuffling around like a troll. 

What a year! Thank GOD it’s nearly over! 

There’s lots going on, but I’m chilling. I’m getting out of my own way and just enjoying the good bits!

I don’t know what you’re up too, but whatever it is, be ace at it!!! 

I love you! 

Chrissie x