Once I had sobered up, I drove home. It was lovely to get absolutely hammered with an old friend, but I have to remember to try and write to you before I am incapable.
I was on a quick turnaround. Had to be at The Globe for half three, suited and booted. Another corporate gig.
This time it was an international conference of women lawyers. “We are looking forward to the tour,” they tell me right away. Tour?
After the matinee, muggins here suddenly found himself leading groups of hammered lawyers into The Globe. It was press night for Maccers and my friend Aaron is Macduff. By the end of it people were warming up on stage. Nevertheless I thought it was Dream and told my groups so. Totally misinformed them, likely in front of the cast. But … fuck it, I literally didn’t know I was doing tours until I was doing tours. I mostly talked about what Elizabethan theatre was and why it varied from post restoration, and what that means in performance. Factory stuff. Purist stuff. They seemed happy, but I’m eloquent and charismatic. Bite me.
Then we did the usual festival of scenes. That’s a thing I really know now – After Dinner Entertainment. Damn if only I could get into something that gave my name traction then my old age would be sorted. You can ask for a lot of money to do what I do easily, so long as you are Blokey off of Tellything. I just need the Tellything to be Blokey off.
Now I’m home. It’s cold. I’m gonna crash and it feels like it has been a positive day. I’ve been helping ease people in. Youth. Three young’uns and me. When I finally explode they’ll be able to carry the after dinner torch. Today was a way for them to cut their teeth and gain confidence while I took the brunt of the last minute random stuff like unexpected tours.
I’m happy. And probably a bit tipsy too. The client gave us wine. I’m usually too “professional” to accept it as I never want a client to think I’m drinking their budget, but the young’uns had already helped themselves and I wasn’t gonna be a buzzkill so I let myself have yummy hair of the dog.
Now I’m home. Bed is happening. Hooray. zzzz
AlBarclay 