No photos today.

Last night, because it's christmas, I bravely ventured out to a Charity Carol Concert , which not only meant I might have to do some singing but it also meant I had committed to staying awake until at least 8:30pm which seems virtually impossible these days. It also meant, although I wasn't aware at the time, that I would have a total ball ache getting home back East. Chelsea is so posh they don't seem to have any facilities for Public Transportation but I only realised this after wandering up and down by the Thames for 20 minutes in the minus cold.

My dear old friend Clack had invited me along to Chelsea Old Church for an event organised to raise money for a Charity called RAPt. I must admit when she mentioned that it was for a charity I immediately thought it would be for the Homeless or maybe a Donkey / Animal Sanctuary, I don't really know why, but it was actually for The Rehabilitation for Addicted Prisoners Trust. You can find out what the charity does here:

http://www.rapt.org.uk/

Obviously I didn't know anything about RAPt until last night, but it really does seem worthwhile. One of the people that had been helped by the charity did a speech about how the support it had offered had changed her life and there was not a dry eyeball in the house. As well as this particular speech, there was also Carol Singing (obviously), a choir, an Opera Singer, a pianist, a horn player and some readings by some people off the telly (Comedian Doon Mackichan, Actor Dudley Sutton and Madonna's mate Rupert Everett). My favorite part was the pianist and the Serenity Prayer:

"God grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change;
Courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference".

I'm not religious but I love this prayer. Amen.

My least favorite part was not knowing if you were allowed to clap in the church, I really wanted to as some of the performances were brilliant I but didn't want to be on the receiving end of the Vicars stink eye. My other least favorite part of the night was when I realised I had forgotten to take my damn camera with me. This was most distressing as the church and the surrounding area was so beautiful, particularly the Albert Bridge, I would have loved to have taken some photos to show you. Maybe you'll just have to get yourselves down there to have a look yourself although don't try and go there on a bus. It will never happen.

The church is not only beautiful but also very old and historical, apparently tubby old Henry VIII married one of his wives in the original church that stood on the site here years and years ago, and also William Shakespeare visited, although thinking about it now, I can't see anything on the internet that supports this so it might have been a small fib . . . . Nonetheless it was a lovely church and it certainly did look very old so it might have been true.

Anyway, in case you haven't noticed I'm finding it very difficult to get the energy to write much at the moment, which I might add is making me quite angry. The 4" long creature that is currently holed up inside me somewhere seems to be zapping me of all my powers and I am just about managing to drag my sorry self into work and home again. I'm feeling very frustrated by the lack of energy but hopefully I'll perk up again soon. I'm also frustrated by the horrible rash that the Palmers Tummy Butter gave me last week but I wont bore you with the details of that disaster.

Finally, massive congratulations to MPC (the company I have been working at since February) who have just won an industry award for Post Production Company of the Year. Bravo!

http://www.moving-picture.com/