19.11.12

Why Aye Man!


So since I've been in New Zealand I have been writing bits and bobs for Chelsey : New Zealand's Online Women's Lifestyle Magazine. Being the Geordie Shore Junkie that I am (yes I love it in all its crudeness and parsnips!) I jumped at the chance to interview the newest cast member Dan for Chelsey. I interviewed him before Season 4 aired here in New Zealand, and I have to say he made a much better impression on myself then he does on his arrival into the show. Hopefully we will see a bit more of a better side to him in upcoming weeks! If you wish to read the interview, the link to it follows :

http://www.chelsey.co.nz/entertainment/dvds-and-movies/interview-geordie-shores-dan

Emily x

8.11.12

DIY delights!



























I have to give myself a pat on the back for these bad-boys. I bought a pair of high-waisted jeans from a Church op-shop for the bargain price of $3. Took a pair of scissors to them and voila....only the best bloody shorts I now own! Super impressed with how they turned out. And it was so easy! 


Step 1 : hold another pair of shorts against the trouser and draw just below where the outline of the shorts is

Step 2 : Cut the outline. 

Step 3 : Put straight in the wash to authentically fray the shorts

Step 4 : Take out wash and the shorts are now frayed and done!

I am never going to buy a pair of denim shorts from a shop again! DIY all the way!

Emily x

(PS that's obviously a lie about never buying a pair of denim shorts from a shop again...who am I kidding, I wont be able to resist!)


2.11.12

A long 'winded' post from Wellington...












Hello!

And here I am, packed up once more and moved with my two (yes now two) large suitcases of accumulative junk. Except for its not junk, its dearly loved clothing items, so dearly loved that I would rather break my back each time I move rather then part with any of them. My mass amount of clothes also meant that an internal flight would not take me so I ended up on the overnight bus from Auckland down to Wellington.

And this overnight bus happened to be after an overnight plane the night before from Melbourne back to Auckland. And this overnight plane happened to be after an all-nighter in Melbourne. And the all-nighter in Melbourne happened to be after a week of drinking with friends there. So all in all a rather tired and disheveled shell of my former self disembarked off the bus in Wellington. But in true style within 2 days I had found myself a place to live and a job. The flat is with two lovely girls, and stumbling distance from the citys bars and clubs, so all in all perfect! And the job, well... the jobs not permanent. At least thats what I keep reminding myself. Its an office job with the government, and as each day goes by I want to shoot yet another politician for changing some effin law that gives me more paperwork. But moneys money, and having it means I can still chase the real reason I came to Wellington...THE HOBBIT.

Now this ones a hard one to crack. And so far the shells not breaking. Every hairy man I see on the street I get a tiny bit excited thinking it could be Peter Jackson. And every short man I see I have to refrain from asking if they played a dwarf (and believe me there's no shortage of small men in this city!) So after an afternoon spent trying to flyer CV's to buildings in Peter Jackson's post-production empire and being told I was 'one in a thousand' by the woman behind the till in the gift shop I found myself on the bus home rather dejected with life. When the thought occurred to me...I can't get a job behind the camera, what about infront of it?

So I sent off a few emails and pictures to agents, stating I'd never done any acting before but was interested to get into it, and lo and behold one got back to me. She said she thought I could get work and advised 'when in Rome'...aka learn the Kiwi accent. Hate to say it but never going to happen. The Kiwi accent is a weird hybrid of Australian, Irish, English with 'bru' and 'ay' thrown in there a lot. I can barely distinguish it from any other accent, let alone speak it. A week down the track she emails me and has got me an audition. The casting director had seen my picture and wanted to audition me for the role of 'queen' in a Universal pictures remake of Jack and the Beanstalk. Directed by Bryan Singer (x-men, usual suspects) *gasp gasp breathe*.

That's all well and good but my acting career finished when I was about 14 at my local Arts Centre when the bald wig I had on to play a 'witch' in Roald Dahl's the witches flew off into the crowd. And I have never auditioned before, let alone learnt a script for an audition. Needless to say I'm 100% sure I have NOT scored the role...if not for the fact that I was so nervous I could not even smile for the camera without my top-lip quivering, the fact that the actress before and after me were both dressed like Princess Fiona from Shrek and there I was there on my lunch break in my office clothes. But it was an experience, and certainly rather flattering to even get considered. Now back to the day job....

Wellington is a beautiful city, so much character to it, and set around the harbor when its a lovely day you have gorgeous views. Notice I say 'when'. For Wellington is horrifically windy... and I mean horrifically...I'm actually debating buying an anti-aging face cream as this wind is getting beyond a joke. Saturday night for Halloween I decided to be a bat and strap two umbrellas to my back. What was going through my mind I do not know. I practically flew from bar to bar (and not in a good way).

But all in all a move made right I believe. I'm happy here, and really enjoying meeting new people and scratching the surface of what Wellingtons all about. I don't know why I once was ever scared to move somewhere on my own as it really is the most rewarding experience, and a way to grow as a person. Wellington, you've won my heart.

Emily x