I currently work at Nando’s in the St Davids 2 Centre in Cardiff. I was asked if I wanted to dress up as Barcelo – the Nando’s Chicken Mascot from work – and do some marketing as part of the Cardiff Half Marathon Day.
How could I say no?
I was so excited about doing this. I’d wanted to wear that costume for ages because it looks so much fun. I was even preparing myself for the day by going for regular jogs and making sure I had the right kit – I like to do things properly.
The night before, I even bought the soundtrack to CHICKEN RUN the film, so I could listen on my iPod during the occasion.
Oh the jokes we made that morning:
- Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
- Why did the Chicken cross the road?
- and the obvious setting a good EGGsample for my Nando’s store… oh believe me, they got more cringeworthy by the second lol
Anyways, here’s the vid from the day!
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I’ve been bonding with Andras for most of today – the character I’m playing in our upcoming Web Series: ‘GRIM: A TALE OF DEATH’. Andras is one of the Grim Reapers, who’s job is to reap souls. I’ve even started his diary – he keeps a notebook on him with his memories and notes. Had to shed a tear at this one though. Was listening to the ‘ALAN WAKE’ soundtrack and came across the track called ‘Departure’.
This is a memory I created for Andras the Reaper:
I recall one soul that I had to reap. A little girl, no older than five. She was dying in a hospital ward, on christmas eve. Her name was Madeline Macurry. A pretty little thing. So young. Deep blue eyes.
She thought I looked like her uncle Matthew. I said I knew him, having reaped his soul some months prior. Liver cancer – he was a heavy smoker during his life. Although what she didn’t know was that he was an un-convicted pedophile and had committed several acts of rape and abuse to other younger people. I had to send his soul to the underworld, to the very gates of Oblivion. I still remember his plead-full cries and begs of forgiveness.
But that wasn’t where young Madeline was going. Such a sweet little girl of five. A mere nanosecond of life, compared to the lifetime of my own people. This young thing would never grow up to become a doctor or a teacher or even a mother of her own. She would never have to worry about bills or experience the love of a husband. She would remain young forever, in a happier place.
And there she was, sitting in a hospital bed, in her pink flowery pyjamas, holding on to a little stuffed bear. The doctors were unable to cure her stomach sickness.
I smiled down at her, warmly.
“Can teddy come too?” she asked in her innocent little voice.
“Of course he can.” I smiled.
I couldn’t tell her the truth, that teddy bears have no soul. Poor young child.