#shalets

[alfredsnightmare]

Haunted (Lewis Gilbert, 1995)

[bo-ehabb]

Bil shalet?

La el7ein ray7

[shahananasrin-blog]

[ad_1] A TOP BBC kids star has ditched small-screen fame to be a psychotherapist after a "re-evaluation" of her life. Actress Victoria Shalet, now 41, starred as Harmony Parker in the BBC series The Queen's Nose. 6A top BBC kids TV star has shunned small screen fame for completely different careerCredit: Rex Features 6Victoria Shalet played Harmony Parker in The Queen's NoseCredit: UPP 6She is now a qualified Psychotherapist working in west LondonCredit: Instagram/spaceinmetherapy She was the original famous face of the show along with the rest of the child star cast, but decided not to return for the rebooted series in 2000. Victoria stayed in the role for five years and gained nine GCSE's in that time. After her star turn she appeared in Midsomer Murders and Jonathan Creek before giving up acting for good - and admitted her passion had faltered. After having therapy of her own, she made the huge career switch and now works in west London. In an interview with Glamour Magazine she said: “I got to my early twenties and realised my heart just wasn't in it. “Then I had some therapy myself and it really did make me re-evaluate what I wanted from life.” The star has worked as a humanistic psychotherapist since 2012 and has a practice based in Chiswick, London. She said her 23 years in acting and "observing the human condition fuelled my interest in people and how the mind works." Recently, Victoria looked unrecognisable after her career change. She made her acting debut at the age of eight after she secured a role in the BBC series Testimony Of A Child and continued to perform and attend school throughout her childhood and teen years. Victoria revealed that on-screen roles had dried up somewhat in the late noughties and decided missing out on a role in medical-drama Holby City was a sign that she should give up altogether and pursue her other ambitions. But by 2012, Victoria fell out of love with acting and started looking to other interests. The Queen's Nose ran for three series before it was revived by the BBC in 2000 with new stories following Melody Parker, Harmony's sister. The revived show ran for another four series before ending in 2003. Based on the book by Dick King-Smith, where the owner of the magic 50p could rub its nose and make up to ten wishes. Main character Harmony would always be getting in and out of scrapes with the help of her mystical coin. 6Victoria did not return for The Queen's Nose re-bootCredit: BBC 6Victoria is now aged 41Credit: Getty 6The star, pictured with husband Adam James, said therapy helped her 're-evaluate' her own lifeCredit: Rex !function(f,b,e,v,n,t,s)if(f.fbq)return;n=f.fbq=function()n.callMethod? n.callMethod.apply(n,arguments):n.queue.push(arguments);if(!f._fbq)f._fbq=n; n.push=n;n.loaded=!0;n.version='2.0';n.queue=[];t=b.createElement(e);t.async=!0; t.src=v;s=b.getElementsByTagName(e)[0];s.parentNode.insertBefore(t,s)(window, document,'script',' fbq('init', '752905198150451'); fbq('track', "PageView"); [ad_2]

[mindworksinmysteriousways]

An apology to Ellie

Ellie. It's important that I leave this note for you, one you may never read. Nevertheless, in a quite corner of the internet, this note awaits being discovered.

I am 40. An age, where I am afraid to look back and terrified to look ahead. Behind me are a mountain of memories that I desperately cling onto, sometimes romanticise, and often times escape into.

Around me are people who built those with me. My folks, my partner, my daughter, my sister, friends from college, old neighbours, cousins, first love, and the people I have lost on the way - they fill up this mountain of both joy and melancholy.

Somewhere in there is a young me, romantic, with a beating heart, who felt the rush and blush of teenage love. I remember that feeling vividly. The sight of a girl I was madly in love with, would send me into tizzy. My palms would sweat, I would stammer and struggle for words, would feel the weight of her sight on me. And then one day she agreed to love me back. Bam! That knocked me off, in a good way. I remember the music in my head, the first kiss, the songs we listened to, the long conversations, the future we imagined, the sneaky phone calls and the whispers, the evening cycle rides back home dreaming and humming...

I can see me with absolute clarity here, a nervous, shaky young boy, madly in love and wild with imaginations. Its fun to be young, and incredibly beautiful to fall in love.

In the years that followed, I would not stop loving. In my own way, I have loved women. In school, and then later in college and the one I married a decade later.

But there is one in particular that I remember. Shalet. From college. When she left me, I was devastated. It wasn't her fault at all, but I blamed her for it. Frantic in love, I was acting like a jerk. That pushed her futher away and she left in disgust, without a goodbye. That hurt. I knew I was wrong, I knew I could have behaved better, but I did not. She never came back. Erased me out of her life, totally. That hurt and that was the last time I felt the rush of love and the pain of loss. It was terrible. It drowned me. Killed a flame within. I would never love anyone like that ever again. Not in the same way.

In my mid and late 20s I was sinking in cynicism. I stopped believing in love. Looked for intelluctual stimulations everywhere. I was disgusted by anything romantic. Always forcing myself to rationalise and dismiss any emotions. It was in this period that I met my wife, then a young woman, still 7 years elder to me. We did not fall in love at first sight. Infact, we would talk about everything under the sun, help and advise each other on life and things, but were not in love at all. Until one day we did. Not the same kind of love I felt earlier. This was more rational, pragmatic, more from the head, less from the heart.

Reena. She is beautiful, brave. Someone I admire tremendously. I can say a thousand brilliant things about her. Never been more comfortable with anyone else ever.

We've been married 12 years now. We tell each other everything. Never hide nothing. Until I met you. I am terrified to tell Reena about you.

Why?

When we met a few months ago, I was just a man bogged down by the details of life. Worried about the bills to pay, the groceries to buy, the future of my kid. All that. You walked into my life, and hit me like a thunderbolt. You have perhaps no idea about any of this (or perhaps you do, because I try and get all chatty with you). But, in Bilbao, in the September of 2022, you lit a fire on dead charcoal Ellie. I was standing on the stairs of Seminario listening to my colleagues chatting away in Spanish. Struggling to follow the conversation, when you offered to help interpret all that for me. You did not have to do that, but the good person that you are, you offered to help. In that moment I looked at you in the eye, you had no clue, and felt a flutter within. Something that I never did in nearly two decades. I have no idea why. Its just the way you looked in that moment and space - it hit me like a thunderbolt, I felt alive. I became that young shaky boy once again. You made me nervous. From that moment on, everytime I saw you walk into a room, or wave your hand, or even your sound in my ears (the interpretation!) would set my heart beating faster. I never felt that way since Shalet. Never.

And I am sorry that you never asked for any of this. You were (and are) totally unaware of all this mess in my mind. It's unfair that I drag you into this.

I think I am afraid Ellie. Afraid of growing old. Afraid of not being able to love again like I once did. The wanton mind, that would blindly follow the beats of a heart..I am afraid I am no longer that, until you came along.

And I am afraid to tell this to Reena. It will break her. It will imply a lot of things, that could shred her sanity apart.

Its stupid, what I am doing and thinking. You and me, we have nothing in common. We will never enjoy each other's company beyond the formalities that define it. You probably already have a good life surrounded by love. I may not add anything more to all that. I am at best an annoyance in your life. My head tells me I am being a jerk, imagining the impossible. I am reminded time and again that love is cumbersome and that at some point will run out of fuel. And then like in all relationships, love would someday give way to a set of jaded moments trapped in routines.

I know all that, but my heart won't listen. And I am tempted, to try and seek you out, send you a message, make you laugh. I may be crossing a red line here, and I am terribly aware of it. Yet, I am unable to stop and its ridiculous. It silly and childish. It is harassment.

I am sorry Ellie. I apologise for wasting your time and the disruptions I create in your life. I wish I could stop. I sincerely do.

AB

[everythingloureed]

Ad and review for Lou’s show at SUNY at Stony Brook on May 5, 1978.  The reviewers should have done a bit of research, though.  (Lou represented CBGB’s?!)  Review by Andrew Shalet and Richard Wald; photos by Barry Litz.

[so-inspired]

Get to know me: Favourite actors 5/5 Ed Westwick

[exhome]

Shalet in Chamonix Mont Blanc, France http://www.arscasa.com/2020/08/blog-post_13.html

[trashvideofinland]

Pankkiiripiika / Maid, The (1990) Finnkino https://www.videospace.fi/release/pankkiiripiika_vhs_finnkino_finland

[denisakurva]

Gjithçka nisi kur filluan motrat* të rralloheshin në qëndër.

* fjala motra ka kuptimin e femrave që vinin në “kishë”.

Historia nisi në 2008 Denisa ishte 19 vjeç ndërsa unë isha 18, i ri me hormone dhe që kohët e fundit Denisa kishte filluar të bëhej pidh. E shikoja dy herë në javë ose edhe tre sipas raste e se nuk vinte shpesh në kishë vetëm te merkurave dhe te djelave. Kohet e fundit do organizonim takimin të enjteve dhe do e shikoja me shpesh isha I gezuar. Gjithmone e mendoja duke i rene me dore per bythet pidhin gojen e Denises. Doja Ta beja realitet Ta qija vetem nje here fort dhe ta shihja si renkonte kur e kishte karin brenda.

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Seminari i Tiranes 2 javorshi kishte nisur dhe Denisa ishte aty kesaj rradhe kisha me shume pamje per te pare Denisen. E shihja perdite madje edhe shalet e bardha kur i nxirrte se ishte vape dhe kari me behej drru. Nga dreka kur ishte vape beja nje round me dore ne dushe, duke menduar ate buçen. Njehere rastisa ne dush me Renaldin anetar I ri si une po qe kishte qene me perpara me seminar dyjavorsh dhe ishim lakuriq gati per tu late kur tregon karin pa lesh e të madh e qesh. Qesha edhe une e i them a te pelqen ndonje nga motrat? Po tha kam shume Po ndonje nga qyteti jone? Denisa tha menjehere. Hmm mendova spaskam qene i vetemi e pashe qe po i ngrihej kari sapo e tha, ska gje tha do e rregulloj une kete muhabet e mbase e qijme bashke.

[bitchhyyy-lifee]

Shkolla i mbylli dyert

Ti kur do i mbyllesh shalet🤦🏼‍♀️😂

[augcst]

@damnits7am is doubting my truth of being sick and im just here to prove her wrong

[klaaajd]

Si kuptoj disa vajzaa qe shkojn nparukeri dhe nxjerrin shalet nfoto 😀

Dhe me e forta eshte qe kan shku me bo thonj 🙄

[theskanderbeg]

Nikë Vuksani veshë mitanin,

Po bân fjalë me t'Gusinjanin

Nuk po më len me pi duhanín,

Nuk po më len duhan me pi,

Ramazan prej nesh nu'díj:

Jam djalë Shalet e kryqali;...

🇦🇱

[22-amb]

ramadan ur gona be in shalet or deera?

madry bshoof

[jamooliluv]

Sometimes, you have to step back to move forward. Sometimes.♡ 📷: Shalet @seandefined :) #camping #desert #alaincity #abudhabi #unitedarabemirates #uae #teachersofinstagram #teacher https://www.instagram.com/p/CJ0C2MljclbZaztiUk00CevOFDq2KKgCk_irgg0/?igshid=im1zjtwf7cc4