A lovely message the other day from an old friend led to lunch and a walk just over the road in Battersea. Dan and Rachel would often ring me up while hatching wonderful mad plans. A great deal of joy was found, and a sense of fellowship and belonging. Misfits match other misfits. We made some odd and glorious things. They moved up to Newcastle, moved back back Newcastle, spent COVID over the river from me and now they’ve gone and bred. I met their little daughter. She’s the same age as Josie, the baby I got to know over Christmas in Jersey. Will at the time told me that babies born in the Chinese year of the rabbit are generally less hassle than any of the other animal year babies. I’m sure there are plenty of little fuckers out there, but his one and today’s one bear the theory out well.
We went for a walk in the park, Dan and I, while Rachel worked. It was just calming and pleasant to be with people I’ve been with under many curious creative circumstances. They fed me their usual tasty vegetarian scran. Oh boy I used to fart buckets the first few days I was on a residency with them, while my gut thanked me for the entirely healthy diet. I did have to ask Dan to remind me on the morning, just as I often inadvertently jettison social engagements from my noggin in the quest to make damn certain I keep functioning career-wise.
That said another part fell away from me this morning, but I’m still very sanguine that things are rising. The industry is back up and running, even if we recently saw the final episode of long running TV proving ground Doctors. There’ll be something soon. Unless I go to Japan which might happen if I’m irresponsible.
The evening brought another trip to the cinema and Dune 2, as strange and lavish as the first. There are a lot of books and it seems that there will be a franchise now, which is excellent considering we need to get people back into the cinemas.
AlBarclay 