“You’re Ebenezer Scrooge!”
“Oh. Goodness. Yes, thank you. I hope you enjoyed it. I’m sorry I didn’t recognise you immediately, but I meet so many people over the show. Where were you sitting?”
“I didn’t see it. I just recognise you from the adverts.” This exchange has happened to me much more than meeting people who actually saw the show. It’s weird. They’re still invested in the conversation with me somehow, but they don’t know what they are invested in. The advert reached them, and despite the universally positive notices, they still decided to say “no” to it. And still they talk to me like you talk to a person you’ve seen on that tellybox.
This is a fine iteration of the show and people are royally entertained. Nathan and SD Catering are providing excellent food. We easily sold this out one year at £120 a ticket in London, a proper show and a proper meal. Jersey is small but the audience is certainly here. They were just… being weird and hiding. It’s a Jersey thing.
With tickets tiered from £70 – £100, we rarely flogged the top tier in Jersey even though everyone has had my bearded dancing face shoved into their eyes every day. Perhaps because. We even had some empty seats on the final night which is rare. I’m very very surprised, frankly. I said to Adam, I need to work on my profile. This is why they get Joey Cantact from the TV Talent Show to be Prince Charming, or why the guy playing the dame is credited on the poster for having been on El Dorado.
But … financially it’s not on me and bless mister laptopJack in his new head. I didn’t need breakfast on my room. I would’ve eaten it about twice. My head need not be on production. I can just prance, and I’m officially finished now. Yeah I’ll do some helpful driving of things and maybe poke some things in the get out, but my work here is officially done.
My ferry to France was cancelled though. High winds. All my plans got fucked. Thankfully it was all cancellable and I think I can get the two extra nights in Jersey on my travel insurance. I’m surprised I haven’t had an official powwow with production about it as I could tell them it is their responsibility, but production is either busy or it’s Jack. I’m stuck here two more nights. I’m self sufficient and not prone to panic so it’s fine.
I’ve booked a nicer hotel for my last two nights. Paid extra for a sea view. Gonna make an advantage of being stuck here. I still can’t cook in it, but at least it isn’t the fucking Premier Inn, where even though I like a lot of the staff, they are paid in string so they can’t be expected to care, the sheets are made out of sandpaper, and people let themselves into your room while you’re sleeping.
The picture is my Christmas Present. Every day I’ve been haunted by Death. A timely protection, and thoughtful.
AlBarclay 