Welcome to Orgasm Town...

...population ME.

So today was pretty awesome!

1) I finally got my UK drivers licence in the mail, thus alleviating a good deal of worry over whether I had cocked something up and lost both my Canadian drivers licence (which you trade in) and a 41 pound cash note in postal limbo.

2) Though tube trouble hilarity rendered me a bit late, I felt that the interview with National Rail went incredibly well today. I think it's always a good sign when the interviewer starts asking you all sorts of questions about your personal life and how interesting he assumes it is! Luckily, because it is a contract and not a long-term thing, I was able to get away with using my film experience in answers to certain questions (ex. Have you ever had to co-ordinate several people on one task?) and this only lead to further fascination with my obviously amazing, star-struck lifestyle.

Ahem.

But whatever, I'll take it! On top of that there was also an attempt on their part to sell me on the position in regards to how fun it could be to deal with various train company people at all levels (Mmmhmm) and how when I come near the end of the contract (27th of April, 2007) I would be in a good position to not only find more work with National Rail but to find a different position which I might enjoy more in a location that would better suit me. Thus, if regular film work is still not in my grasp by that point then I could consider myself reasonably well taken care of anyways. This all is kind of amusing in that one of my Grandparents (Dad's dad) spent the majority of his life working for National Rail after good old double-you double-you two.

3) After the interview I went and had a look at an apartment in Islington and was pretty impressed. For 128 pounds a week (all inclusive) I didn't expect a rathole per se, but I certainly didn't have the highest of hopes. In the end, it was a third floor room about the same size as my old apartment with a private washroom and a double-bed included. The second floor has two people's rooms (one actor who is "never around" and an Italian girl who could work harder at looking ugly) and on the first floor is another washroom and a shared kitched. Apparently a cleaning lady comes by once a week to take care of the majority of gunk across the building.

I was also expecting a house or maybe some moderately maintained tenement building from the 1970's. Oh no, this is a pretty nice....I guess compound is the word, the stone wall and gate which surround it causing me to lean towards the term. The building is a sort of cresent which is in turn split up into several house-sized chunks (in the previous paragraph I described just such a chunk). In the middle is a courtyard with some trees and a parking lot which isn't too horrid to look at. All in all, a rather safe, clean and livable looking place to be.

The nearby pub is called "The Hercules", bless it's little soul.

So I laid a small holding deposit on the place, feeling that I had struck it lucky as I had with my place in Ottawa, and the exciting conclusion to all this nonsense will come by "sometime Friday", which is when I shall find out about the National Rail job interview result.

Finally....

4) I heard back in regards to some script work, paid - though at the amateur/indie/whateverthefuck level, and tomorrow I shall call the person back on that number. A nice little touch which is in no way dependent on the National Rail results, so even if that fails I could come out at the end of the week with more than what I had at the start.

HOORAH!