On returning home after crying through watching 12 Years A Slave, I’m in the mood for proclaiming my freedom.

I’ve been busy. I’m shooting my first feature film in February, I’ve had great auditions since the year began and I’ve met some brilliant casting directors.

I’m off to Switzerland on the weekend to spend a week with my awesome godmother and when I get back, I’m going straight to The Stage’s New Year Party. My niece India is a guest at the party too, so it’s a family affair. 

It’s easy to get a bit down, especially in this month of January when it’s so darn cold out there but after watching a film like 12 Years A Slave…well whatever might have been bothering, “aint nuffin’ but a chicken wing”. Game on.