Cut to December 2008...a woman who lives very nearby runs an agency that provides animals for film, TV, stage and photographic work. She and my Mum are friends (she was the one who used our cat for Aliens back in the 80s). She asked me if I wanted to help out with her business which is also a cattery. So I spent the morning cleaning out the cats that are staying there while their owners are on holiday. And feeding them. I don't know why, but every cat there was pretty fucking old. I reckon the owners have left them there to die.
After the cattery had been sorted out they asked me if I could exercise some of the dogs. So I had to take Bullseye for a walk. Bullseye is the gorgeous English Bull Terrier currently being used in the West End revival of Oliver. He's really strong and pulled my arms off when I took him for his 2 mile walk.
Now...the fact is, I had a lovely day. It's a fun job and I'm really glad I was asked to do it. But there is a small part of my brainbox that's telling me "you auditioned for Oliver and now look at you, you're walking the dog. The dog has made it into the show and you haven't". It's more funny than sad. But it is a BIT sad.
Here is a picture of an English Bull Terrier. Night y'all.
