I love it here at Birch, but I’m feeling totally screwed over regarding bedrooms. “Don’t worry, it’s just cos it is opening weekend. Next week will be better.” That’s what we got last week and so we all sat happy and hopefully in our hot small noisy basement rooms. We sucked it up.
Believe it or not it is hard work being responsive in a panda head. Harder and more skilled than you would believe. I know it isn’t one of the things we are encouraged to attribute status and value to. Like being an estate agent or a lawyer or Rishi. But…
I am sure those mardy hens bitching about us last week didn’t help our credit here even though it was literally just one shit greedy group with a unified voice. I’m trying to establish why we have been relegated to the basement rooms. There’s no way all the good rooms are booked this time, but … we’ve ended up in steerage again. Maybe I’ve been spoiled by all the US tours I’ve been on where they give the actor a suite because “we know how tiring it is doing what you do!”. I don’t expect a suite, but I’m absolutely convinced they can do better for us than they are doing, room-wise. They’re brilliant in all other aspects. I’ve done decades of jobs in hotels. Maybe all the rooms at Birch Selsdon are just a bit shit. It’s possible. I hadn’t considered it until I wrote it… I’ve been in a stinky but better room here, but… perhaps it was the only good room. Maybe my first stay where I thought the room was a bit shit and stank of cigarettes and I shrugged and wrote nothing as I figured they were new and getting it together… maybe in retrospect that was the best option available. “What do you want, sir? Stinky room or noisy tiny room? Ahhh stinky. Well, here’s the honeymoon suite, complete with comforting tobacco odour and a boiler all night.”
I don’t feel like we are being looked after. I love the artist, but as her performer I feel like the venue is fucking us over and it is not right. We’ve been sidelined. I could legitimately kick off about this. I love the frontline staff here, but someone in the room allocation arena needs to show the fuck up as they are making it clear they think we are a sideshow. I’m pretty much certain these are the worst available rooms. If they aren’t there’s some medieval torture going on.
Why are we here? We are making art. We are putting another language into the mix. Why is our work and accommodation relegated to the cheapest possible? Because some fuck in the room booking arena thinks that art is unnecessary, and art people don’t need to be valued.
My little room is in the basement again. It’s not a bunk room but it might as well be. Ava tells me she’s down here too. Here we are together in this hole even though we were told it wouldn’t be so bad this time. This feels like sketchy management. Don’t make a promise you can’t keep, guys.
I am still happy to do this because I love Amy and value doing silly shit with her. The venue, Birch… I loved it initially. I can take or leave it now, and that’s a shame, but… I have an insight into the value system at play here and I don’t like it. Why would you not look after your artists? There are big bad terrible giants in the sky.
Above us is some sort of constant boiler noise putting out low level rumbling all night. There’s something else going on here in this room too where I get these agile little cracks and pops, semi random and unpredictable, never ending, just above me. Oh and a mosquito! Literally in my ear as I write. Ha. So there’s standing water nearby too. Fun.
Upstairs surely there are tons of better rooms lying empty where I would already be asleep rather than jumping paragraph to paragraph and editing a blog that has – yes I totally admit it – been written out of a frustrated sort of anger. When the receptionist handed me my Lower Ground room card I was literally actually speechless. I rarely link back, but that’s why I’ve linked this blog to Bitch. Places like this are maybe curating their hits. The Headland Hotel in Cornwall, where I’ve been an actor many times (in gorgeous suites) – they have historically responded quickly when I’ve linked them in. I don’t do it lightly. But, in terms of production with this strong and fun art product, I’m “the talent”. And I rarely want to be a dick about it, but I’ve got good friends who aren’t as well known as me who would still be kicking off at being put into a noisy cupboard room. It is egregious of Birch to put me here when I’m working this hard for them.
So: Hi, social media human. I’m working hard for you. I know that what I’m doing looks ridiculous from the outside. Fancy a swap? From the inside it is claustrophobic hot hard responsive work. I’m working hard and I’m good at it and it is bright and positive work. Last week those greedy hen idiots wanted free stuff and decided to speak negatively about us to anyone who would listen which was worse for us than it was for you. But that was just a friendship group wanting free things. I really hope that their negative crap is not the reason we are once more confined to steerage…
I’ll be working 9 hour shifts straight through for the next three days, while everyone else is having a weekend. Man I would love a room with a bath and without a boiler above my head. My neck hurts at the end of the day from the weight of the panda head. I also usually have a headache from looking through the gauze. I’m the face of this installation and you have put me in a cupboard and I will have to try and be high energy and positive knowing that you haven’t prioritised my welfare?
Anyway, first world problems. And maybe they’ve sold out again and everybody just doesn’t drink and that’s why it feels pretty empty here.
The installation was fun tonight, that’s a joyful thing. I’ve managed to rewrite the business on the till receipt thanks to YouTube. I feel like that’s progress.
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We had happy people and a good level of play. I’ve made Panda a bit more authoritative, as I think that bullies latched on to his weak voice last week and instinctively attacked him. People are so basic. I am being much more direct and authoritarian and it allows me to make people have fun when they might have otherwise been weirded out. I’m always safe, cos even if Panda sounds weak it is me inside the head and I will fight you until I can no longer stand. But it is easier to bring the joy if Panda is bossy. Very interesting to unravel all of this panda stuff. I never considered that at the ripe old age of 21 I would be digging into the nuance of how to get random people to best respond to mascot heads.
I haven’t unpacked my stuff from my bag in this cupboard of a room. I’m kinda hoping that someone will say “Hey, Al, we are moving you to a better room.” Hope springs eternal. We all want our hard work to be recognised.
The beds are comfy. The rooms are clean. I didn’t bring ear plugs as I believed it when I was told better rooms would happen. Can’t go shopping unless I get up early. Don’t want to get up early before a 9 hour shift. Ugh.
But in the end it’s lovely work in a lovely place and the staff are universally glorious people. I’m sure they sleep down here too, often, with this endless brute noise. If you have to, you will. Some people are sleeping on the streets tonight. Who am I to hope that my work will be valued?
Written in haste in a tiny noisy room. Forgive typos.
*delinked in the morning. slept beautifully in this bed and in the end it’s a free room to crash in*