Hi there! This is my second attempt at a blog, because I am a div with computerized technology. I got that from my mum. Any technology should run screaming from her. She is of the perusation that if you press a button enough times, the thing (wahtever it is) will work. Love her though- here is a beautiful photo.
So, my work. So far I've done odd modelling jobs of various quality, from London Fashion Week to weird photoshoots in little apartments. (Nothing sordid, of course...)
I've also appeared in a couple of episodes on BBC Doctors.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00gl8ch
Yes, you can laugh.
Surely the next step is fame and fortune as a movie actress. At least, that's my plan.
My background is theatre, however, and I love it to bits. I recently translated a play into Norwegian that I want to direct over there. Oh, didn't I mention that? I'm norwegian. But I'm also bilingual. So please, can we now get over it? Over the recent years I've become FED UP with this converation:
"Where are you from? You don't look English."
"I'm Norwegian, actually , but I've lived here for a long..."
"...but you don't SOUND norwegian, how come, how come? "
"..uhhh...I'm an actress. I shed my accent. Through years of practice. "
"Woooow, that's sooo impressive, so did you grow up here?"
"...no. That's kind of my point. I didn't. "
And so on and so forth. I'm norwegian, but I act, live and work in Britain. I have a britsh accent. You CAN detect the scandinavian when I'm tired and the language function in my brain spazzes out. Or if I speak with someone who has a heavy accent. I've given up on guessing how some people notice and some don't.
I digress- my work. Due to what we are all sick of at the moment "The recent economical climate"- acting work isn't abundant. So I have to take shitty, money- making jobs to survive. Now, I'm not a patient person when it comes to shitty jobs. If I do something creative, something I live, I can take any amount of shit, and work however late you like. But with these woefully uninteresting, but rent- saving jobs, I tend to last...not very long.
The first one I tried was at a healthy salad- fastfood- bar. The pay was abysmal and it was in my auditioning hours, so I quit.
The second was bartending in a central London bar. I like bartending, actually, but the pay was almost as bad, and I worked 8- hour shifts running like a b**** with no break and with Karaoke two nights a week. You really haven't heard karaoke until you've heard middle aged indian fellas doing their version of "Ice Ice Baby" on a Thursday night.
Third, a promotions job for a company that organizes promo campains all over the country for all kinds of brands. I still have that , but it's not regular work.
Fourth and final so far: Tequila girl in London clubs. Nightshifts. Mmmm. I live in Kent(planning on moving very soon), so it's the old night bus home every friday/saturday night.
Tequila girls walk around in skimpy dresses/outfits in nightclubs with a belt full of shotglasses, and various beverages of choice. My company does Sambuca mixers and Tequila mixers.
It pays the bills. (except for bad nights.) But the amount of crap you have to take is fenomenal.
These are exerpts of what I get on an average night:
"Can I have a free shot"? NO, you twat.
"Can I pay you with a kiss?" $&%^# NO!
"You're only talking to me because you want to sell me shots" Really, genius?
"It's my birthday, give me a free shot" Funny how it's everybody's birthday tonight!
"I don't mind if you have a boyfriend". I do!
"Marry me." I'll get right on that.
"Are those lips real?" Is your brain for real?
"you should, like, sell shots in a bikini, cause you'd sell way more."
And what an exciting and innovative opinion yours must be.
See you tonight......in my skimpy dress.
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