Disclaimer [16 November 2006|11:51am] [I am not Colin Firth This journal is part of the must_be_pop community. I do not know Colin, nor am I associated with him in anyway. I'm just a fan who really appreciates him and his work. For more information and disclaimers, see http://www.geocities.com/must_be_pop2001. Thank you. PS- This is a backdated entry. If you're looking for my most recent entries- just scroll down one more.]

In response to "Colin Firth: Get Your Ass Back Here Day." [12 May 2004|08:35pm] *coughs* Ahem. I do exist, thank you very much, so the likes of you - Paul Gross, Alan Rickman and Tim Roth - can now cease your demanding for my arse. This update brought to you by the collective efforts of Miranda Otto and Sean Bean. 23 wet shirts|Jump in a lake|Disclaimer

Please read. Somewhat important [29 March 2004|07:15am] [ mood | disappointed ] ( OOC ) 52 wet shirts|Jump in a lake|Disclaimer

As though Colin were not bad enough [26 March 2004|05:44pm] [ mood | amused ] I have often said that my name is an awful one. Its the kind of name you give your pet goldfish as a joke. I've never been happy with it, but it is only today that I became grateful my parents went the Colin route rather than the 'Very British Route' My very British name is Clarence Cavendish. Take The Very British Name Generator today! Created with Rum and Monkey's Name Generator Generator. 13 wet shirts|Jump in a lake|Disclaimer

Happy birthday to a darling girl [22 March 2004|04:03pm] [ mood | content ] Just a short entry today to send out the best of wishes to a girl very dear to me, Keira. I have had the pleasure to stalk her for a few months. She has become a very beautiful, charming young woman and I believe my life better for her friendship. Though I'm afraid your boyfriend quite out did me Happy nineteenth, love. 4 wet shirts|Jump in a lake|Disclaimer

Because I care. [20 March 2004|02:03am] [ mood | I rule. ] This is Miranda updating from Colin's journal to inform everyone that he has a new layout. I've done three of these in the past day. My head hurts and I see floating HTML code whenever I close my eyes. It's frightening; hold me? I am resisting the urge to run around and make completely idiotic comments while logged in to Colin's journal. It's quite hard, but the resistance is successful. Be proud of me. Don't ask why, just do it. Colin, feel free to delete this later. I'm sure you will. Hi, Cate. 28 wet shirts|Jump in a lake|Disclaimer

Proof of what we already knew [19 March 2004|12:05pm] [ mood | cranky ] The shrill ring of a telephone woke me up today. I sat up quickly, peering around blearily to see that the clock beside our bed read 5:32AM. Vowing to murder the idiot on the other line, I picked up the phone and hissed a 'What? into the receiver. The cheerful voice of my agent, Marianne, located somewhere that is not England and certainly not in the same time zone as England greeted me. She had what she thought was some very good news. There is no way that words could describe the full horror and pain of this conversation, so I will just give you the exchange. Marianne: Oh, hello, Colin. Didn't wake you up, did I? Me: Yes, you did. What the fuck do you want? Marianne: Oh, sorry about that. I just got some excellent news and thought you'd want to know about it as soon as possible. Me: What is it? Marianne: Well, BBC did a vote of the Best Television moments ever. You'll never believe it, but Darcy coming out of the pond ranked second- just behind the moon landing. Me: Go. To. Hell. Why does God hate me? 44 wet shirts|Jump in a lake|Disclaimer

Scratch that one [16 March 2004|10:57pm] [ mood | amused ] I would like to consider myself a good father. Really, I would. I'm usually there for the boys and despite the current absence of Luca and Mateo, I care for them deeply and send Livia money every week. I'm currently in the middle of a rather large court battle to get them for the month of April. However, how can one not burst out laughing at the following scenario? Will and I took Jessie for a walk after dinner tonight. We strolled around for a while, and ended up with a father-son chat on the front porch. We talked about football and the baseball team he follows over in LA. The conversation was just drifting into the safe area of the fact that he is failing maths, when he dropped the unexpected bomb. Dad, I think I'm in love. I think I blinked a few times, before answering Well, thats special, Will. Who is she? He replied quite typically, I'm afraid. American. Blonde. Blue-eyed. Popular. Named Lily of all things. Apparently he's lusted after her for quite sometime, but only thought to mention it to me now because his first pass at her failed quite significantly. Now, I realize the boy loves me more than he lets on, (or at least I hope) but why bring your dad into the very first conversation with your possibly future wife? His words, not mine. Will was very shocked that Hey, my name's Will Firth. My dad is Colin Firth- you know, from Bridget Jones's Diary didn't work. But, little Lily, then felt the need to break his very heart with the response You filthy liar. You'd be a hell of a lot cuter if he were. Needless to say, Will is traumatized. He doesn't know what to do with himself. All I can figure out is why he's still 'madly, desperately and passionately in love with Lily.' Also, his words. His love was not even dampened by the fact that Lily is now going around with Daniel- the popular footballer (American). When he first told me, I was very excited. Nothing like that ever happens around here. Love triangles. Broken hearts. Cheesy pick up lines. It was very dramatic. Unfortunately, even a plot gripping enough for Jane Austen can tire you out if given enough time. I may have sent Will to bed at little early, claiming jet lag can wrack horrors on one's love life. And no matter what Sean says, I did not give him the Kids Help Line number. 64 wet shirts|Jump in a lake|Disclaimer

Looking in a Mirror [15 March 2004|12:07pm] [ mood | distressed ] When I look at myself in a mirror, I don't always like what I see. This morning I woke up, and didn't like it. That face caused someone I care about pain. It didn't cause it on purpose, but it happened nonetheless. The worst part is that the pain could not have been prevented. Its not something I said or did, its something I feel. How can you change the way you feel? I hate change. I always have and I probably always will. Because of me something I cherished has changed and will probably never be the same. That hurts. But what hurts most is that I know I'm going to be fine, and I don't know if she will be. I'm sorry I can't return the feelings, but mine are given wholly to another. Sean and Hayden came over to visit Saturday. It was great to see Sean again. In truthfulness, we haven't know each other that long, but it feels as though its been an eternity. We mock each other mercilessly, cut each other up at any given chance and both know damn well that no matter what we're there for each other. Hayden was well, Hayden. There are some people you can't describe. They just are. And anyone who knows them will understand. Hayden is Hayden. Despite his past and what some may think of him, I personally enjoy his company quite a lot. He's dear to me and every time we meet up, I feel warmed by the enthusiastic greetings and lengthy bear hugs. In the absence of my sons, Hayden has been an excellent replacement. He's more than that though. He's a friend. I went out with Cary on Saturday night. He's torn up about the absence of Rachel, so I tried to console him in the way I console most of my male friends. Get him pissed out of his mind. I really thought it would work, but unfortunately, he thought I was too tall and not pretty enough. The 'get pissed' method failed me for the second time. I think I may need a new method. 16 wet shirts|Jump in a lake|Disclaimer

Warm and Cozy Feeling [11 March 2004|03:59pm] [ mood | loved ] I took Jessie out for a walk last night before dinner. We didn't go far, but the nights are still cold enough to make you wish for gloves when you don't have them. We were coming back down the street, when I realized I had something to warm me up. The house was lit up, warm light flooding through the windows. I could see Cate's silhouette and one that may have been Dashiell. I finally realized why I haven't been able to find a house in all of London that suits me. The only one that really suits me, is the one I'm living in right now. It may not always be open to me, but for as long as it is, I certainly don't intend to try to distance myself from it. Later on that night, while we were sitting down and watching the newly bought Schindler's List on DVD, the telephone rang. This was a very grateful interruption as it allowed me to ignore Ralph's ugly mug. I answered it to hear Will's voice on the other hand. His spring break is next week and his mother has granted him permission to come over for the week. I'm looking forward to his visit, naturally. With Dashiell around and Baby on the way, the absence of Luca and Mateo has not been has awful as I know it could be, but having Will for a week may fight off those blues for some time. Filming for Nanny McPhee starts sometime in early April. It will be good to get back to work. Its been wonderful have a free rein to go off and do whatever I want, but I think its time I was back on a set. In other news The Dead Wait has been started up again, this time with better funding. It looks as though 2004 is going to be a year much like 2003. A large thank you to, Amy. Not only did she make my time on SNL vastly enjoyable, she has gifted me with a paid account. I'm dead serious about the musical guest bit, Amy. Give me a date, and I'll howl my heart out. 24 wet shirts|Jump in a lake|Disclaimer

Saturday Nights [06 March 2004|01:00pm] [ mood | worried ] So much has happened this week- its been very busy. I've seen a hockey game, where I spent the entire time cheering for the wrong team. I flew out to New York and met a beautiful woman at the airport. We spent a day shopping in New York. This was followed by a magical night spent watching Elena skate. I've never seen figure skating live, and I have to admit it was more captivating than I thought it would be. I never knew you could dance across the ice like that. You skate beautifully, Elena. I was very proud to lean back and inform the spectator behind me that I knew you. After visiting with Elena for a while, we drove over to attend the Kenny Gordon Foundation fundraiser and to visit with Liv. The lovely Ms. Tyler was even kind enough to offer this old man a dance. Last night, after dinner, I received a phone call from Paul informing me Alan had showed up on his door drunk and bruised. I spent the rest of the night, tossing and turning, and have only now just realized I'm tired as hell and have to go on live television in nine hours. Cate and I are picking up Alan and Paul at the airport in little less than three hours. I've spent one hour on the phone trying to grill Paul, and attempted calling Alan, but his cell phone is turned off. Finally, Cate told me to give up and start thinking about the show. The show. Ha. How am I supposed to put on a show, when one of my best friends is in such obvious trouble? If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and punch a wall a few times. Good day. 30 wet shirts|Jump in a lake|Disclaimer

The Frozen North [29 February 2004|01:19pm] [ mood | cold ] It is hard to believe that in three days, a man can lose every shred of dignity, but I have done it. It seemed like every moment I stayed in this godforsaken country I lost face. And of course Paul, Martha and Alan were always on hand to film it. What are friends for if not to catch you passed out on a couch wearing pink bunny ears? My days have been spent outside, which is bad enough. Please, don't think that I spend my life lounging around on a couch (which I do), but this country is really as cold as they make it out to be. In England, I can go out and shovel the drive in a light coat- here if I just want to go out with Alan or Paul while they have a quick smoke, I have to bundle up with hats, gloves- hell, even a scarf is recommended. But, not only am I actually outside, they make me participate in winter sports. Friday afternoon Paul had me out on cross country skis. That sport is very dangerous. It doesn't look it, but it is. I have never seen so many different angles of snow banks. Saturday, he had me out on a lake skating! So, while I'm tripping all over the place, pulling him down with me on occasion, his daughter is off in the background, looking like an Olympic skater. There's something to boost your ego. They wonder why I've gotten pissed every night, save last. There is also that to add to the torture. The drinking in itself is very good. Canadian scotch should be commended. However, passing out on a couch two nights in a row- a couch that may I add is far too small for me- and waking up the next morning with a hangover the size of Buckingham Palace, is not my idea of a good time. But, never fear, despite the torture and all around pain this visit had caused me, I never fail to have a bloody good time. So much so, that Paul has convinced me to stay through until Tuesday, when I have to fly out to New York to meet up with Cate and watch Elena. Now, if you'll excuse, there is a whispered hush of hockey around the hovel and I want to be hiding before the Canadian devil gets out the equipment. 16 wet shirts|Jump in a lake|Disclaimer

Leaving on Another Jet Plane [26 February 2004|06:00pm] [ mood | contemplative ] Its strange how life seems to pass by. For long months at a time, you can pass in misery. Perhaps you can fool yourself into thinking you're happy, but a part of you knows you are not in the correct situation. Yet, at the other extreme, short weeks can fly by in absolute bliss. I have just experienced three such weeks. These last few days have been wonderful. How many times have I procrastinated in going house shopping? What could possibly coax me out of her home to look around for a hateful building that will make leaving inevitable? The only time I left, she had an incident with a mouse, furthering my belief that leaving would be disastrous. However, all good things seem to end, and I have finally torn myself away to board a plane with Alan and make our way to Canada. It was hard getting in the car with him, even knowing that I'm heading for a weekend full of alcohol. She saw me off, and kissed me on the front step. I'll see her in less than a week, but it seems like an eternity. We're meeting up in New York on the third and will then see Elena skate. My darling agent (we aren't speaking) was kind enough to arrange for me to host Saturday Night Live on 6 March. It extends my stay in New York though. Any plans made for those of us in England may have to be pushed back about a week, I'm afraid. I will be there by April. Filming for Nanny McPhee starts early in that month. Dear God, what a life I lead. 28 wet shirts|Jump in a lake|Disclaimer

Dreams Come True [20 February 2004|03:45pm] [ mood | content ] Cate and I are in the middle of flying home to England. Our time in Hong Kong has been magical for both of us. A part of me is extremely reluctant to leave, but another part of me is looking forward to getting back home to Jessie and Dashiell. When I get home, I have to get down to house hunting. I remembered when my agent called me last night complaining about the mail he has been receiving, that I still do not have an address. You will all be happy to hear that my dream came true. I was robbed. Cate and I were at the airport, just preparing to go through customs, when I went to grab my wallet. And it was gone! Imagine my joy. It only contained a few quid for reading material on the plane, so it was not too traumatizing, but still! Its really exciting. Cate only shook her head at me, laughed and kissed me on the cheek before dragging me through customs. She seems to be not quite so traumatized by the flight this time, though I saw her eyes widen and felt her grip on my hand tighten when we took off. I whispered it would be all right and she replied "I believe you...I trust you." This warmed my heart, though she didn't loosen her grip. Which was completely all right with me. Only one last thing before I end this entry, I may not be around tomorrow, so a very happy birthday to Alan! I took the liberty of picking you up a few things. In hopes of more nights spent drowning ourselves So we have some hope of beating Paul The lady in the shop said it was for Canadian temperatures. Have a good one, mate! ( OOC ) 17 wet shirts|Jump in a lake|Disclaimer

Street Vendors [16 February 2004|07:04pm] [ mood | thankful ] We went shopping today. Normally I would despise this activity and would spend the entire time complaining about the indecency of forcing me to go shopping whilst on vacation, but with Cate it was different. There are millions of vendors in Hong Kong. You can walk the length of a block and be given the opportunity to buy anything from sushi, to watches to kimonos. We wandered up and down streets for hours, laughing and making fun of everything. I bought some sushi because I was hungry. Cate told me I was insane to buy food, particularly raw food, from a man who had a pot belly, was smoking a cigarette and kept kissing a woman who looked suspiciously like his sister. However, the way I look at it is, you can't really undercook sushi, so what could be the harm? It is over twelve hours later, and I haven't died from convulsions, so I suspect I'll be fine. I finally bought Cate her kimono. She wouldn't let me post a photo of her wearing it, but allow me to assure you all she looks absolutely gorgeous. When we got home, I made some long overdue phone calls- to Will, Mum and Mateo and Luca. Will told me about his audition for the school's production of Romeo and Juliette. He's been chosen as Romeo and is quite distressed he has to kiss his girlfriend's best friend. Mateo and Luca are both fine. Mateo made a few meaningless noises in the telephone and Luca told me about his new kitten and informed me I have to come to her communion. My call to Mum convinced me she's mental. She didn't speak to me, but put Jessie on the phone and told her to come and talk to Dad. I talked to that goddamn dog for fifteen minutes. A quick look at my emails informs me I have been recced into mbp_smut. Should I be concerned? 25 wet shirts|Jump in a lake|Disclaimer

Life Away [12 February 2004|06:42pm] [ mood | happy ] Cate and I are having an excellent time in Hong Kong. We are determined to see as most of the city as we can, while taking it slow and forgetting everything outside of this beautiful city. Hong Kong is difficult to describe. It is quickly becoming one of my favourite cities in the world. That could be because of the company, but its doubtful. ;) We have taken the ferry over Victoria Harbour, countless times. I don't think either of us will be able to get over sitting with our heads hanging out over the edge feeling the wind whip our hair and the smell of the salty bay fill our nostrils. Yesterday we made a very long trek up a lot of stairs to the Man Mo Temple. I was a bit worried about Cate and the stairs, but the lovely glare she bestowed upon me let me know without a doubt that I was not to think her fragile. Valentine's Day is coming up quickly, and I think I have a very good plan. It might involve a bit of buying out, but I have a feeling it will be more than worth it, for her. My only one unhappiness is that I have yet to be robbed. How is that I have spent four days in Hong Kong and retained my wallet? Its very depressing. I thought everyone who goes to Hong Kong is robbed quite quickly. I have half a mind to leave my wallet hanging out of my pocket for tomorrow's walk down Bird Street. 22 wet shirts|Jump in a lake|Disclaimer

Left on a jet plane [09 February 2004|05:17pm] [ mood | content ] [ music | 'Ain't No Sunshine' by Lighthouse Family ] My life has been a bliss these past few days. I've hidden myself away at Cate's house and seen the most wondrous things. I never knew that my breath could catch just watching a woman sleep. Yesterday morning, I was playing with Dashiell on the kitchen floor while she was working at the stove. She turned away from the cooking and joined us for a few moments. In that moment, I think my heart could have burst in happiness. She is always most captivating when there is love for her son in her eyes. I had to leave in the afternoon to check out of the hotel room I have not slept in and fetch my things, but within two hours I was back at Cate's. Our plane left this morning. Cate's frightened of flying, something I didn't know. There are so many things I don't know about her yet. Every day I learn something new. I store it in the back of my mind, where I can cherish it. This one flight was quite rewarding to me. It involved a long conversation with our heads together speaking in hushed voices, a lift off clasping hands and two hours of her buried in my shoulder. She's fallen asleep now, exhausted by her own fear, perhaps. I can't help but leaning over every few minutes and kissing her cheek or forehead. We're off to China, where we will play at being tourists. I owe her a kimono and a hat, and if she insists, I'll wear the shorts with high black socks and sandals. We'll try to speak the language, reading out of a Chinese dictionary and love every minute. And every night we fall asleep to the smell of spices and I'll know I'm one of the happiest men in the world. 16 wet shirts|Jump in a lake|Disclaimer

Best Place in the World [06 February 2004|05:45pm] [ mood | enthralled ] I stalked around the temporary home in a hotel room I have recently moved into. I had spent a frustrating day house searching with no luck. I flicked on the television, but there were only cheap documentaries meant to make you cry, but never quite succeed. I rang her up and within a few minutes, realized I was an idiot for staying in the small suite when I could have been with her. I showed up at her front step fifteen minutes later and was given such a welcome, I couldn't even think about leaving. We spent a few hours on her couch, staring into the fire, kissing or just holding each other and talking. The awkwardness apparent in new couples seemed to melt away. I could have stayed there forever, but around two in the morning, she took me by the hand and lead me up to a better place. When I woke up this morning, the first thing my eyes landed on were her laughing eyes and the feel of her running her hands through my hair. She teased me mercilessly, so finally I had to silence her with kisses. Hours spent in bed, somehow turned into me instructing her to spin her globe and pick a country. I'm taking her away in a jet plane. I don't know if I'll bring her back. 7 wet shirts|Jump in a lake|Disclaimer

A Thousand Apologies..//Disclaimer [04 February 2004|06:21pm] ( OOC- Please read ) 28 wet shirts|Jump in a lake|Disclaimer

Empty Rooms [03 February 2004|03:50pm] [ mood | hopeful ] I landed in England last night and drove home alone. Jessie yipped beside me in the front seat, barking along to the music. We only had to stop three or four times so she could whiz on the side of the road. I got home and opened the front gates. The big old house loomed in the gloom, threatening and forbidding for the first time. I parked the car and headed inside. The lights were off and the air was cold. Even Jessie ceased her barking. I flicked on a few lights and left my bags lying at the front door. I wandered from room to room, gently touching heirlooms and furniture. Everything was empty. I've only been gone a month, but the house had taken on a life of its own in my absence. It was never empty before. Even when we were all gone, Lina would be around or the promises of our return would echo in its deepest chambers. But those promises were broken, as is the family Firth. Ghosts live here now. Ghosts out of my memories- of Mateo, Luca, Livia, Will...even Mena left an imprint on this house. I returned after almost an hour to the front entrance to find that Jessie was still sitting forlornly, waiting for my return. I picked her up in one arm and grabbed the bags in the other. I left the house and locked the door. A short drive and I was at my mum's house. She seemed shocked to see me, but not displeased. She hasn't changed in all these years. She eyed me and said briskly, So, you're selling the house, are you?. I nodded and she took Jessie, calling out to dad to get me a drink. I spent the night there, avoiding the world and pretending I was just a teenager with a broken heart mum was determined to heal. I guess she did a good job. I woke up and remembered that my heart is not so very broken. I have a date with a beautiful woman tonight and a good friend to get pissed with tomorrow. Whats more, Sean is all right and I think I heard Hayden laugh a while ago. Life is not so very bad. 19 wet shirts|Jump in a lake|Disclaimer