I was up at half four this morning when two of my dear friends video called me from a bar I know all too well in Greencastle Indiana. My alarm was set for half five and bless them they must have forgotten the time. They sang me a song. They wished I was there. I think they might have been… drinking? This is a Macbeth tour of the states where two of my favourite people are out there together. I’m so glad they’re having a lovely time! It’s ace of them to include me. I can enjoy their joy vicariously, without having to give up all the mad shit that’s happening to me. They are soon to go to some of the most incredible destinations and I’m mildly hankering after it. But I’m off to Uruguay soon, just… not for acting. But, the Uruguay job is MINT and I’ll likely be Scrooge again in December and it’s all good and good and good.
They videoed me, then I went back to sleepish. Then up again to drive a load of branding to Paddington. Then to the doctor to persuade them to give me a load of testing shit. Then back to Paddington to pick up the tables, then back to mine in time to meet Russ and give the things to him. Then up to Hampstead to write my stupid bio again for somesuch thing that my head isn’t on yet because it was dress rehearsal for the Halloween Walk. Some guy was there from the local amdram who appeared to literally hate the fact I was extemporising because he has done the job before and likely measures every word and checks the pitch with a tuning fork. Everybody else seemed to have a lovely weird time, which is, of course, the point. Rarely have I come across a better named outfit. We are Peculiar London, and this is a very peculiar experience. We had a wonderful jogger who became part of the experience, and two teenage girls who attached themselves to the end of it and even offered to buy us all a pint if we “do the tour again here for us!”
They were like… thirteen. They would never have got served. They followed us on a rehearsal. I think we are going to be their evening distraction. I might have to build them into the tour…
I don’t have much headspace. I don’t have much free time. But… I have joy. That’s enough. That’s more than enough. And I’m surrounded by lovely people. This is going to be a good month.
AlBarclay 