Hello, dear reader! How’s your weekend treating you so far?
I’m sorry I didn’t get around to writing a blog yesterday. Although there was a lot of waiting around at the television studio, I was kept busy chatting to the other contestants, trying desperately to revise my weaker subjects (especially geography) and consuming free coffee.
Unsurprisingly, Ash and I are not allowed to say very much about our experience of filming Pointless, but I can tell you that we had a lot of fun and the production team, presenters and fellow contestants were all very nice to us. The aspect of the experience that I am allowed to tell you about (and will be focusing on in today’s blog) is our stay in a nearby hotel the night before filming.
As an actor who has been on a national tour, Ash has stayed in some very good, odd and awful hotels across the country. When I was working at UK Theatre and doing talks around the country I had my own fair share of bizarre accommodation experiences, but we both very much enjoyed our sojourn in one of the well-known hotels run by a company whose name rhymes with Shmemier Bin. Even though we’ve been house mates for just over seven months, it was a decidedly new experience for us as a pair. Here are some of the aspects of our stay which made it a bit different from our usual evenings:
- Sharing a double bed: we’ve shared a bed many times before, but on this occasion we were in an unfamiliar room. This meant that when she rolled over and accidentally hit me in the middle of the night, Ash woke up a bit, freaked out that there was someone else there, and hit me again. Not out of rage or fear, just confusion. I think as soon as she heard me say “ouch” she worked out who I was and where we were, and happily fell back asleep. I stayed awake being cross for a few minutes.
- Having a picnic: Ash and I met at the hotel with a lot of snacks to share, including some cheese biscuits that my lovely mum had made (and which Ash ate a surprising number of, given that she’d just been out for a slap-up meal with her dad). Again, as house mates we have spent many an evening sitting on our sofa working our way through an unseemly amount of food, but in a new place it felt like a special treat. If either of us had been to boarding school, it probably would have reminded us of midnight feasts in the dorms.
- Having yet more food: I cannot extol highly enough the virtues of a breakfast that you’ve not had to cook for yourself. A glorious buffet of eggs, bacon, sausages, etc. made our 6am start much more manageable, and again, the free coffee went down a treat.
- Behind closed doors: since there were other contestants in need of overnight accommodation and the rooms had all been booked at the same time by the BBC production team, it shouldn’t have surprised me to discover that the rooms along our corridor were all occupied by people in the same sort of excited/nervous mood as us. Having said that, walking past a row of closed doors and hearing various voices chanting the periodic table, the kings and queens of England and the capital cities of the world did freak me out a little bit. This was especially disconcerting given that our main form of revision was gazing vacantly at a map of the world and watching an episode of Dara O’Briain’s School of Hard Sums.
- Unfamiliar faces: I have never had to try and sleep in a room with a large picture of Lenny Henry’s face on the table, and having done it once, I hope that it will never happen again. Ironically, this image was being used to promote the hotel’s reputation for guests always having a good night’s sleep, but I can tell you now that nothing is less conducive to proper rest than the image at the top of this blog post. No offence to Lenny, but at home Ash and I have pictures of our friends and loved ones around us, not famous people trying to kip.
Have a stupendously joyful Saturday.