For a while there it was looking very much like I was going to have to dash from the kitchen across the loading bay to the green room of the Sydney Opera House to interview a ballet choreographer whilst wearing my chef outfit. If you had told me at any stage in the past that such a thing could happen I would have bitch-slapped you for being so silly.
However we've managed to organise schedules so that we'll have a chat tonight over the phone whilst drinking a glass of wine.
I'm having a shit of a time deciding what to wear though.
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Keep the dream alive and don that white hat and bordeaux coat for the phone call, Quick
Hah. That would be very silly.
Mind you I have on the odd occasion not been able to settle in and write because of what I was wearing. Bathrobe and socks are comfortable, but I just felt I had to get properly dressed before comencing.
I guess that's pretty silly too.
May I suggest white tights, a tutu and a pair of socks stuck down your crotch (by the way, ask the choreographer what exactly male ballet dancers pad their tights out with).
Fluffy leg warmers of course..
I only hope, whatever you wore [or didn't wear] you remembered to switch on the tape recorder [if you needed to switch it on].
Emma - I asked. He said they use some stuff called schlong.
Right - so it's tights, a tutu, a pair of socks (or some schlong)and a pair of fluffy leg warmers. Perfect.
GG? Seriously, I'd rather not talk about it.
I always clean my teeth before an interview... even if it's a phoner. (Actually, especially if it's a phoner.) (Gets the red wine stains out... heh.)
Hello Chris. I've done that before too. Found myself furiously brushing, then stopped and looked in the mirror to mutter through a mouth full of minty foam, "Phucking idiot - it's a phoner."
Good to know the good ones do such things.
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