Up, up and away!

To try and gain some perspective on my atrophying acting career, I took a hot air balloon trip this week. I brought my Tom Tom SatNav system along just to see what it made of it. It started off as being quite amusing, just a blue screen with a lost looking chevron in the middle, but when you’ve been told to “Turn around where possible” for the two hundredth time, the fun starts to wear off. Things got very exciting though when the thermal we’d been riding suddenly evaporated and we began to loose altitude at an alarming rate. Peter the pilot insisted we jettison anything weighing more than two pounds, so I lost me donkey jacket and bottle of Pernod straight off. We were still losing height though so over too went the script I’d been working on for a stage musical about the 90’s European Union Treaty called ‘Maastrichtly Ballroom.’ That was to have been my way back into the business, and as I watched the pages of the only copy in existence float to earth like oversized and poorly typed snowflakes, I took it as a sign that perhaps I’d been trying too hard and should instead return to theatreland with the fresh faced exuberance of a RADA graduate. I was on my way back.
The final irony came when we eventually crash landed on the roof of the ‘Don’t Temp Me’ temping agency offices and a polite, electronic voice announced “You have reached your destination.”