Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Short Sarah's short list short story
The brief for this was:
Write a 300-500 word story, including:
- A little about your background, previous employment, family, where you live
- What is most important to you in life
- If successful in gaining The Best Job in the World with Tourism Queensland, who will be joining you on your journey to the Islands of the Great Barrier Reef (partner and/or children and tell us a little about them)
- Anything else you would like to share about yourself
Please, enjoy at you leisure....
Twenty-five years ago a little girl was born - Sarah Louise: international jetsetter, centre section of the illustrious ‘Lane sisters’, and one of the smallest living organisms on Earth. This is my story…
Born on November 19th, I am what one calls ‘a winter baby’. But I didn’t let the cold weather get me down, oh no - I was a merry child from birth. Within seconds of entering the universe, I relieved myself on the maternity bed. My parents like to say that was my first joke and I haven’t stopped laughing since.
I grew […slightly] up in Watford, England – the kind of place that makes you dream of travel. Daughter of a pianist and a chemist, my early days were largely spent entertaining neighbours with music shows, learning how to blow things up and wrestling with my siblings. My two sisters were, and remain, my closest friends. Along with a handful of my funniest chums, they will definitely receive an invitation to the island. Since my lifestyle choices and their dancing careers keep us all regularly England-free, it would be the first ‘tripod’ reunion in years.
Thanks to the inherited gift of synaesthesia (a rare condition meaning I associate numbers and letters with colours) learning has always been enjoyable for me and I breezed my way through the education system. I completed my studies at university in Leeds, where I acquired the nickname ‘Party Girl’ for my love of dancing, and lived in a house with two girls, five boys and no bathroom door.
I’ve never been one to opt for the ordinary life and have had a range of ridiculous jobs, beginning, age fourteen, as a mobile phone ringtone composer. Later, I branched out into various other money-making schemes including working as a Red Bull girl, dancing for Watford Football Club, writing for a humorous city guide, and marketing a comedy TV channel. When times were hard, in a bid to raise funds for another global voyage, I even dabbled in tutoring guys on their dating skills. I may also be the only Londoner to have ever used the genuine excuse “Sorry I’m late, I’ve just commuted from Johannesburg”.
These days I like to think of myself as an international woman of mystery; bouncing around the world in random peregrination with nothing but my blagging skills and superior sense of smell to guide me. Those left behind are entertained by my much-loved blog ‘The International Adventures of Party Girl’; memoirs to accompany the diary I have kept since the age of fifteen.
Adventure, spontaneity, photography and writing are my true loves. I’m genuinely never in a bad mood and will talk to anyone, go anywhere, try everything and eat anything (except aniseed balls). I’m currently living in a boxing arena in Peru with ten fighters I met on a bus, but I really hope to relocate soon to a beautiful island on the Great Barrier Reef, and take my blog readers on an entirely new adventure…
NB. Queensland Tourism's feedback on this was:
"Very strong performance - engaging well written piece, answers all questions, desirable writing style"
Unfortunately, unless accompanied by hurling myself into the Thames, it doesn't account for very much (my words, not theirs). Damn it! It seems so obvious in hindsight. Still, nice that they appreciated my story anyhow…
Have a good day all… I’m off job hunting…
Monday, April 6, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
The Dumpling
Thursday, April 2, 2009
The fate wait...
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Boy Trouble
Really, I should forget about Australia and spend this time preparing my CV, sending off my writing to potential employers and looking forward to a good old British summer - in case the news on Thursday night isn't good. Yes, that was what I planned to spend my day doing, but I was fooling nobody.
I stumbled down the stairs and entered the kitchen. "Good morning little Lane, how are you today?" enquired Adelaide's Mum.
"50% excited, 50% nervous" I answered, "Oh, and good morning to you, too."
"Hmm..." Adelaide's Mum continued. "We need to do a life wheel for you."
(Adelaide's Mum is a creative life coach and has a variety of tricks up her sleeve to illustrate the fact that your life is never quite as sound as you think it is.)
"What? Why? I haven't even had breakfast yet!" I stuttered.
"Yes, that's exactly the point. It's 8am and you're already talking about the Great Barrier Reef again."
"That's a bit of a wild accusation!" I retorted, a little defensively, "I haven't said anything about the reef AT ALL!"
"No, but you implied it. You implied with your percentages that your entire life is consumed by this job."
"Ok, fair enough," I said, contemplatively, "I suppose, if I'm honest, those percentages were a little inaccurate - at least 10% of me is probably hot cross buns at the moment".
She laughed. "I wondered why the bread bin was empty! I'm serious though, there's more to your life than work you know. What about your family, your health, etc? You need to re-shuffle those percentages and make room for other things. You've been back from travelling three weeks now and you still haven't seen a doctor about Billy and the boys*."
It was too late to make an appointment, so I braved 'sit and wait' surgery. After an hour and a half of trying not to breath (because I was convinced the girl in the next seat was coughing some sort of contagious disease over me), I was finally in. I explained the situation to the doctor and she looked at me, tilted her head, and gave me a reassuring look. "Don't worry," she said, kindly. "It sounds as if you probably did have some form of parasite, but these things just die off after a couple of months, so you should be fine now."
I should have been happy. But, instead, I felt a pang of sadness. Without realising it, I had grown quite accustomed to the idea of sharing my belly with a few extra friends. These guys weren't just parasites to me - they were a part of my life. We'd been through a lot together. My friends and family loved them like their own, I'd planned a future for them in Australia, hell - I was still blaming 50% of my food consumption on them! To think that they'd just left without even so much as a goodbye was... well... sad really.
Still, at least I know I'm all fit for the island now. I may be 0% parasite, but I'm still ridiculously excited, and even with my small percentages of nerves, fear and hot cross buns... I've decided I'm still leaving a little bit of space for daydreaming about Australia. Whatever the outcome of this job, I know I'll return again someday - even if I do have to win the lottery first...
*For my new readers:
Billy = My fictional (I hope) tapeworm, created by my friends to explain my insatiable appetite, yet complete lack of growth.
The boys = The parasites I believe I contracted in India that caused me to sleep continuously for 3 whole days, throw up a few times, and seriously push the boundaries of friendship between myself and my travel buddy at the time.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Starting the day with a bang
I jumped out of bed and rooted through my travel bag until found the CD. Eagerly posting it into my laptop, I crossed my fingers in anticipation, muttering "come on, come on!" under my breath.
On the plus side, I also found a mini stick of dynamite in my bag that I'd completely forgotten about. Apparently I've been carrying it around with me for two whole months, ever since it was given to me in a Bolivian mine back in January. Nice. I'm not sure how impressed US airport security would have been, had they found it in my hand luggage on my flight back to the UK. Sure, it's only small, but I don't think that would necessarily have been considered an adequate explanation for smuggling explosives onto an aeroplane...
Imaginary conversation:
US Airport Security: "S'cuse me Ma'am...what's this?" (points at dynamite)
Me: "Erm... a stick of dynamite?"
US Airport Security: "Ma'am, I'm afraid I can't allow you to take that onto the aeroplane"
Me: "Oh come on... it's only little!"
US Airport Security: "Oh, ok (winks)... run along then scamp..."
Still, luckily they didn't find it, so Adelaide and I set it off in the garden.
It wasn't as impressive as I'd hoped.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Bed Blogs
Friday, March 27, 2009
Breakfast at Sissy's
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
QT vs Boyfriend
1) You never know what it's thinking.
2) It made you do a psychometric test before it would consider taking things further.
3) It owns a collection of videos of other girls it's also interested in.
4) It's always judging you and comparing you to others.
5) You pour your heart out to it in a 500 word email and have to wait three weeks for a response.
6) It offers you everything and promises you nothing.
7) You know for a fact that it's recently spent a significant amount of time searching the internet for pornography involving a Russian Blonde.
8) It only likes you for your video.
9) There's the constant possibility of it rejecting you because it prefers another girl.
10) If it does dump you, it's going to be by email.
Still, QT, I pledge thee my undying love...
Congratulations Clare for absolutely whipping all of our butts and bagging the wild card. I hope that if all goes well, I will meet you and some of the other internationals at the next round...
Sarah Louise
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
An Absolute success...
Judging by the number of texts that have just crippled the last, unstable leg of my poor, pre-historic phone's life - most of you already know this... but, for the audibly unaware amongst you -I managed to blag myself a live studio interview on the Absolute (formerly Virgin) breakfast show this morning. Score! It's amazing what a few bikini clad cakes and a little bit of press release banter can get you...
I did intend to lavish the radio staff with the remainder of my creative cake selection, however, the 4.30 am start to my day induced me into a trainy trance for the majority of my journey to Absolute. Consequently, I accidentally left my bag of cakes on the carriage as I alighted... (better the cakes than my laptop, at least). I can only imagine the joy some unsuspecting soul had this morning - calling security for a terrorist bomb alert - only to find 24 little fairy cakes with a semi-nude girl prancing around on each icing topper...
The breakfast show was great fun and they offered me a job if I don't manage to secure the 'best job in the world', so it's a win/win situation really (although I'm 99% sure they were joking). The BBC filmed the whole thing plus a couple of extra bits, and I also secured an interview for Southern FM and persuaded an internet cafe full of people to place their votes. It's been a pretty busy morning.
Right, I'm being moved on... apparently it's not a customer's right to rearrange bank furniture for their own convenience. Fair enough really.
On one last note, may I wish Miss Cat Lane the happiest of happy 24th birthdays. I pray that we reunite for belated birthday celebrations on Hamilton Island...
Have a good day folks...
Sahara xx