Early start. Oh I’m not good at them. The 6.20 emergency alarm was the one that finally pulled me from dreams. I was into clothes and out the door shortly thereafter and hauling through the streets of London towards the Applegreen in Vauxhall, which sells bacon rolls and a coffee at their pet Greggs for a ha’penny bit. I bought into the whole thing and then consumed it driving while Radio 4 was confused about the situation in Russia / Belarus. To me it seems pretty clear, that they’ve moved warheads to Belarus and are selling the narrative that Wagner Group are dangerous so eventually there can be a nuke fired from Belarus and blamed on Wagner. Make sure you’ve all got some max strength iodine.
Early start though so maybe that’s my imagination going wild.
By the time I’m at Arc Walworth I’m awake, and it’s a teacher’s strike so I’m gonna have to carry a fair amount. It’s year tens today, trying to help them find a career. Ben and I working together and we have history of working together. A chance to take a section of it and provide a different energy. We made it all interesting for those kids and maybe we changed some lives, there’s no quantifying these things.
Then to The Underglobe and man it has been hard work working around this event but it’s gonna be glorious. All so totally full on, but yes and yes and yes is what has got me to where I am. I’m tired right now but happy and I had time to drink a touch too much red wine with Jon and hug and think about old times before I retired to write this. He’s on my sofa. Old school friend, chaos buddy, enabler, partner, fellow weirdo. I love Jon and I’m happy we still get to hang out.
I’m in my bed now and sleepy, but last night I was dive-bombed by mossies and one of them just tried to get in my ear. I’m going on the hunt with a hand towel. The downside of living by the river. DIE, SMALL CREATURES. Sorry, Buddhists.
AlBarclay 