Today I dragged my energy back from Wales to London. I said goodbye to that old land and hit the road. I’m learning lines again. Tomorrow I’ll fly to Cornwall and have a wardrobe and makeup call first thing, and then it’s more filming. I am such a lucky fucker. Every time this kind of thing lands I feel utterly blessed. I’ve had enough crap go down lifewise that even though I know what I’m supposed to be doing, and know that this sort of thing is part of it, I still hear my parent’s voices telling me I’ll get it out of my system – it’s a phase I’m going through… Hell of a long phase now…
I’m home. I’ve been cramming lines. I’ve been eating sausages and beans.
We woke up in a wonderful huge stone home in Wales. We woke up slowly too. I didn’t appear until at least ten. The silence and the nature made for a good sleep.
Bacon and eggs and a walk to the river, and before long we were all gathered and it was time to leave. Somehow I lost my bag – I think I left it on a chair. I only left pants and socks in that bag – it was the worst packed bag in the history of bags. I felt safe bringing nothing but a change of underwear to The Willow Globe. I’m glad of that call now.
What a wonderful thing to have had the chance to do. What a total joy. I love The Willow Globe. I love the humans behind it. They make beauty and opportunity, and they do it really just out of love. The company that went up, even if some might have had very bright credits, everybody was just a jobber last night – as we always are with The Factory. The best way to be, and we filled that stage with life and truth and mischief.
I’m back in town and I’m seeing how fast I can write this cos I’m gonna have to wake up at 5 tomorrow and haul my ass to the airport. Early early flight. So fucking early. I have packed a rudimentary bag – basically pants and suits. I’m off for only 2 nights this round. Then back next week.
I have to go to bed. Here’s my photo of this time last night, the house and the mist. How quickly things change. London ho!