CalamityBBC News

Members of Petersfield Hi-Lights Society were tonight said to be, "...truly gutted.", to be announcing to arriving audience members that tonight's performance of Calamity Jane would not now be taking place due to a fire in offices above the Town Hall Chambers section of Petersfield Festival Hall. The building was quickly evacuated and there were no casualties.

The old Savoy cinema in Petersfield will shortly be no more. The cinema, built in the thirties, closed to cinema-goers in 1986 - but it was given a new lease of life in the nineties when it opened as a nightclub, first under the Oscars name, and then later as Vertigo - the only nightclub in Petersfield and the surrounding area. Ultimately it became a victim of its own success, as its owners decided the proven market for a nightclub and leisure facilities demanded a new, modern, purpose built development (complete with the inevitable sound-proofed flats above).

Thank you to all that have, or will have wished me well, either here or by text. As ever I have no credit, even today!

I did indeed have a lovely day, well, weekend......

Friday night I went out with Gav, had a few beers and I did a bit of singing on the karaoke, as you do. We then went back to the 'Luxury Townhouse Apartment', as he jokingly likes to call it (because I don't live with him, I live out of the town centre, mine is 'The Country Residence'!) and spent a very relaxing evening eating junk food, watching trashy telly and suchlike.......

I found out I'd got the part of Calamity Jane at 11pm, having auditioned at 8pm! (I love that the secretary of our society is a friend, or I'd've had to wait 'till much later today!)

I didn't properly read the e-mail, stating the cast list, at first, so I didn't see that it said...

.."You are Calamity Jane."

at the top......

Then, re-reading more carefully, I got the point and yelled, "WAAHAAAAAAAGGHH!!", rather loudly, as one would in such a situation. Mum came rushing upstairs to congratulate me and my poor, neurotic, cat went rushing downstairs to hide in the living room!

Dolly has already relocated and I'm left with empty furniture, the telly etc., and Bagpuss (the pc).

Final move begins at 9am tomorrow then it's all done and did.

A Petersfield man I've never heard of has been made ever so slightly famous in connection with the massively overhyped UK launch of the Iphone. Several newspapers and other sources have named "Nik Fletcher, 21, of Petersfield in Hampshire" as one of the first people to get an Iphone from the Apple store at Regent Street, London, inadvertently revealing the existence of Petersfield (home of this site) to the rest of the world.

So Mum's live-in fella of 3 years has just left her for a 30-year-old frump! Frankly, I expected him to fuck up, he's been incapable of sustaining any relationship ever, was on the rebound when he re-met Mum 3 years back and he's a heavy drinker (which he covers pretty well apart from the shaking). Mum's pretty devastated, but well shot of him. I'm absolutely fucking livid.

I know you're sick of hearing this but.....

It's over. Gav 'n Jayne are no more.....details follow.

Firstly, I need to point out that I haven't really mentioned Gav lately because I've been trying to pretend for 9 months that it wasn't fading and fizzling and all the other f-words.

I've been poorly with guts again this week and he's not even called or texted me to see if I'm ok, or even just because he's (was) my fella! I've been calling him every evening just to let him know I wouldn't be out.

It was my birthday on Sunday.

Only one friend remembered.

Now I feel like Tim.

I went along to the office of a friend of mine, supposedly to discuss a few days cash-in-hand data inputting.....

Which turned out to be THREE MONTHS proper paid work, with possible further employment thereafter!!

I start Monday.

I'm just a wee bit gobsmacked and kinda in shock!

Hee!