Hello. I’m writing to you from a hot bath on a Sunday night. I went to the Old Bull and Bush in Hampstead, where we once started the walk, because it honestly does one of the best Sunday roasts in London. Not cheap but generous. Two of us had a great big roast – I had a trio of beef pork and chicken. We had pudding and a bottle of Mouton Cadet. Got out for less than a ton. Job done.
I got my friend to record into my iPad so I can edit it in Twisted Wave tomorrow and act to a track. Then I can take the time it needs. I’ll tape myself after rehearsal for a gig I taped for in Jersey and got. My car picks me up tomorrow just before eleven. I love how they sometimes take the time to rehearse for film. Makes it a much more comfy shoot. It’s a really interesting team I’ve got involved with but as ever I dunno if I’m allowed to talk about it and I always err on the side of caution. No point breaking an NDA before you’ve signed it.
I am coming round to self tape auditions. I used to find them stressful but now I think of them as part of my job, and an opportunity to be more mobile knowing I won’t have to drop all my plans and teleport to Soho at a moments notice. I’ve flown back from holidays in the past.
The admin hole is still yawning open in front of me, but with Brian’s advice and perspective I’m a little less freaked out. Things will be fine I’m sure. I just have to put in the work. I’ll learn lines, carry heavy stuff, drive for days. Filling in forms is important too… Maybe that’s the next step on my learning journey.
I’m gonna firebreak February, so no booze and just pull out the addictions. Looking forward to remembering how to cope without crutches. It might last longer than Feb but I’ve traditionally done it in Feb as everyone does it in January and I’m contrary. Plus it is shorter.
It is steamy here. I don’t normally write in the bath. I’m terrified I’ll drop my phone. Gonna sluice and sleep…
AlBarclay 