What gorgeous people.
We had Oliver tonight, who was dressed like I am but had made himself up to look like he’s dead. He does German speaking tours of the cemetery. He was with friends who also do walking tours. We’ve had this in the past, where established walking tour makers come to see if it is worth shitting on our doorstep. They usually conclude that, with the momentum we have and the fact that we aren’t idiots, it’s a losing battle to set up against us. These guys tonight – we all had a brilliant tour. They can try their damnedest. Art is theft. They might turn out to be better at internet, or with more time to curate the website. They’ll never be better on the ground though and I could certainly help them see that. This is a friendship group that has emerged around the work. Good luck trying this territory. Cosa Nostra.
Why am I protective?
Because we had our first ever negative review drop today, from one Valentina who didn’t like the makeup and costume compared to previous years. 2 stars in what is a transparent attempt to drop the five star rating, and we just have to hope that she doesn’t activate her shit friends to do similar cos it hasn’t affected it.
Previous years we have had an active car, moving around the area, with all the stuff needed for changes etc. This year we just have Bergman parked halfway. We no longer have our set-piece actress queen with a driving license and her own easy attach facial boils, ready to cry for you. We have a present and immediate replacement who is doing something new and interesting. But … It feels like Valentina just likes things to be always the same forever.
People like that should be boiled.
I’m home. Chilling out. Sleep soon. The usual picture, with the electric blanket on, but the cleaning lady came today and put on Brian’s jet black satin sheet. I’m feeling… very fancy but just a tiny bit like I’m some guy called Colin in the early eighties who thinks he’s got the ultimate babe pad and thinks you’re the ultimate babe and you’ll know it as soon as you see his sheets.
AlBarclay 