The habit of writing these blogs at the end of the day sometimes comes back to bite me. I’m not in a great state to be insightful.
Once again I’m shattered. It’s 11pm. We started the day getting loads of costume out of the attic. Then to the lockup to get some cushions. Whoever the hell broke into it last time has been working hard to try to jack the lock recently. It has been properly attacked, thankfully without any success. There’s fuck all in there, but last time it was a right ballache cleaning up after them, plus it bites a bit because it’s clear that they’ve tried to get purchase on the screws using my stolen impact driver. I grabbed a bag full of teddies and some old fucked curtains. I don’t think the optimists breaking in there have any concept of the sort of things posh artsy folk think to store in lockups. They are just dreaming of more tools. I should never have put the tools in last time. If they do get in again they’ll find some mouldy chairs, a few boxes of books, loads of random fabric and Christmas things and a few black bags full of absolute gubbins. And I guess a TV. But it’s shite. It’s all shite in there, but some of that shite is about to be useful.
One day of rehearsal before we get in. One day. That’s all we can afford. Crazytimes, but we at least have an interesting team. It’ll be something, this thing we have made. Who knows what. I know that two people as director writer designers producer and stage managers is too few by far. I didn’t really think of the amount we would be shouldering at the time I agreed to it. I’m still kind of enjoying it though. Who knows what it is. I guess we will find out in the next few days.
This evening we roasted a chicken. Nice to have someone to share it with, I might have done it solo anyway.
Considering I was still awake an hour before this posted yesterday, I’m glad that I’m already feeling the pull of sleep now. The next few days are going to be “every second counts” time. mmmm zzzz