#theglobe

Looking back on the Shakespeare’s Globe show… What an evening! Thank you all for joining me. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did x

Does anyone know where I can find a link to The Globe's 2014 production of The Tempest?

I'm dying to see Colin Morgan as Ariel, but BBC iPlayer won't work in my country, and The Globe's site won't let me buy/rent the movie. The DVD isn't available on Amazon too ):

Hey girls,

So this past weekend I went to London on a solo trip. Now, I know what you may be thinking “oh wow. That’s SO brave. A single female? Making her way in a foreign country? With no friends? That’s the way to go. SO brave.”

I feel like many people are stumped by solo travelers, especial female solo travelers. Do they not have any friends? Or are they just too cool for everyone? How do they spend their days? What happens if you get lost? Or robbed? Or, worst of all, lonely?

So I want to put it out there that solo traveling, at least for me, is not a sojourning, life-changing experience. Often times, it is pointless and feels kind of vapid. It can also be frustrating at times to. You always have to make the decision on where to go, if you get lost, you are the one to find your way back, and if you have to go pee at a coffee shop, you have to pack and unpack up all your stuff.

It can be exhausting.

However, it can also be incredibly rewarding as well. You made it to another country. By yourself. That’s sick. And your the one calling the shots. Want to spend an afternoon in your hostel? Go for it. Feeling up for some gelato? Grab a cup. Don’t want to go to a stuffy museum? Don’t have to. You call all the shots.

Ninety-Five percent of my time in London, I’m not going to lie, was sub-par or terrible. It is absolutely not the city, the city is lovely, but it was more I kept on getting lost trying to find the perfect coffee shop and was trying to write a script and get my homework done in an unfamiliar area. On top of that, even though the flight to London is only 30 minutes, it is a pain in the ass. Ubers/metros to the airports, border security, customs, and TSA made it an unpleasant and tedious travel experience especially for a weekend. It was exhausting.

However, that Saturday night after I completed my homework, I went to the Shakespeare’s Globe, which is way I came to London in the first place: to watch a Shakespeare play.

Shakespeare always brings up fond childhood memories for me of preforming his plays. They thought me self-confidence, team-work, and expression. I owe everything to Shakespeare.

Before I saw the play, I asked a theater attendant where good food was. She recommended “Founder’s Tavern” for some fish and chips. The sun was setting, some good ol’ boys from MANchester were ‘complainin’ abou’ ‘ow some bLOKE tried ta punch yA,’ and I gobbled down the fried cob and fries.

I hurried off the the theater and witnessed a beautiful experience that made my entire time worth it. A troupe of women of color preformed a politically charged play about a king. Their voices were articulate and powerful and their costumes were stunning. The Globe is such an intimate theater that it feels like you are right in the action.

So yes, traveling is lonely. You may get robbed and lost. But, it is a thousand times better than not going at all.

You are your own travel buddy. Learn her style. How to work with her. Her likes, dislikes, strengths, and limits. Traveling alone does not mean automatically mean unity.

Take care,

You don’t need to be a scientist or global warming expert to know that 7 billion people are going to have an effect on the planet.

The deforestation on a massive scale is clearly wiping out millions of wooden lungs. Surely that is agreed by everyone, unless you are the dumbest douche-nozzle alive?

Billions of cars, trucks, trains, ships, among other things like generators and fossil fuel addicted machinery are doing lots of bad, but nothing good to our atmosphere.

Plastic is killing our oceans and fish, which will most likely kill us eventually. They absorb it into their bodies on a microscopic level as well as in large chunks.

Have you seen the dead bodies of sea birds on the Pacific Islands? They’re Wandering Albatross, if my memory serves me correctly? They are full of fucking plastic, man. Imagine if we eat so much plastic that we literally starved to death because our stomach couldn’t hold any food. Yet we don’t do anything meaningful to stop it.

Then we’ve got the religious fanatics dishing out evil like they’re Caligula. What is wrong with these people? They’re even killing their own sort. Not like they care about the enemy. If you breathe you can be made to stop breathing. Absolute whack jobs.

How come the intelligentsia tell the gangsters that you need to be a good boy or girl and stop fighting one another. Yet it’s okay for politicians to be gangsters and go to war. What’s wrong with showing love instead of a bullet. Send Kim Jong Wrong a box of chocolates and ten-high class prostitutes. That should sort him out. Imagine the smile on his face?

Sounds like a daft idea, but, dude, the normal shit they tried for the last fifty years hasn’t been working, has it? Therefore, we need to try some new age shit that’s cheep and cheerful. Just imagine the headlines. Kim Dong Un goes on Jeremy Kyle USA. 

The signs are on the wall, but instead we look at the carpet and pretend it hasn’t got dog shit rubbed into it. Heck, it’s like the caribou have migrated through the living room and we’re still watching Dancing With The Stars and haven’t even noticed one, even though it’s Christmas time and they look like fucking reindeer. “Honey, was that Rudolph?” “Don’t be so bloody stupid, Eric!”

There really isn’t much difference between the petrol sniffers and petrochemical polluting average Joe. Even if you don’t drive you’re most likely guilty of using a house full of oil-based products. You’d have to be a Neanderthal to live an oil-free life in 2017. Shit, even they had oil, but animal ones are relatively harmless in comparison.

In summary: the world is fucked and has been for a long time. It’s going to be fucked for a long, long time, unless the future has something different in store. Peace. Pussy. Chocolates. 🎂