I Dyed My Hair For Photo Tests...

I Thought I Could Rely On The Plot In The Novel And Fill In The Colour Between The Lines, But I Made A Mistake With That Assumption. It Was Really, Really Hard Because You Pull A Few Things Apart And Then You Realise How Everything Relies On Everything Else And It Can All Fall Apart.

When I Look Up At The Screen And See Myself I Always Have To Laugh. Not Because I Think I'm Doing A Horrible Job, Quite The Contrary, I Just Feel It's So Surreal To Feel Like One Person Can Entertain So Many At One Time.

I Remember Back When I Was A Kid There Was A Comic Strip Called Plastic Man. His Body Was Elastic And He Could Make His Extremities As Long As He Wanted. As A Youngster I Didn't Fully Appreciate. But I'm Now Thinking Plastic Man Was Probably Pretty Popular With The Ladies.

Sure, I Suffered A Lot. But It's Not Like The End Of The World And It's Not Who I Am. I Lead Quite A Pleasant Life And I'm Able To Divorce A Perceived Reality From My Actual Experience Of Life.

Nobody Goes To A Movie And Watches The Script. There Is A Lot Of Other Stuff Going On.