Oh lord.
Two shows tomorrow. Press night just done. I’m in at half ten. I expect I’ll wake up and l go straight to the venue via coffee.
My parking permit blew out of the car a few days ago. We stopped at Corbiere and the wind almost took the door off its hinges. When I got back to St Helier it wasn’t on the dashboard. £156 quid down the pan. Lou said I shouldn’t write it off. I couldn’t see how a permit that can’t be recognised would be replaced.
I paid for parking the last few days as I just didn’t have time to go to Sand Street for a new permit.
Today I went to Sand Street. I said “I expect there’s nothing you can do, but my permit blew out the door at Corbiere a few days ago.” “Oh. That one!” And next thing I know I’ve got a familiar looking permit that has clearly been totally soaked. Only in Jersey. I’m glad I didn’t replace it immediately. Someone handed it in. Thank you someone.
Press night. Normally that’s a stressful thing but I’m over getting stressed now. Especially with this show. It’s fun. It’s meant to be fun. If you fail to have fun then there’s very little we can do for you. No show exists for this long if it doesn’t work. And the utter delight is how it shifts every year, it just keeps morphing and growing and spiking out new shoots of mad joy. It’s a delight to be in, and the smiles we get are contagious.
I’m home in my purple room. It’s 1am. I had Jack Daniels. Brian was here for a flying visit. Damn it has been a lovely day but with 2 shows tomorrow and booze in my veins, all I want to do now is lie prone for 8 hours and then run and do laundry before the first show starts.
The call literally just came through. 1:02am. And yes it’s 10.30. Doors open at noon. Technically the half should be 11:20. I’m surprised these calls are so early. Normally I’m in the venue an hour before the call if I can be, so with this stage management they are making the call my habitual arrival time without even knowing it.
But I’m gonna put myself down now so I can dream out all the press night Jack Daniels.
I asked Jack for a photo. He sent me none.
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