Today mostly just looking at lines and recovering from a hangover. I didn’t drink a lot last night – I was home alone – but I rather randomly mixed it. I had a cardamom gin and tonic, then a very hoppy beer, then a glass of white wine, then a whisky. I should have learned many years ago that nobody should mix, particularly like that. You can get away with mixing if you drink the strongest stuff last. I went to sleep happy and woke up vile.
Trying to learn lines was unpleasant with a head full of beef. Even walking was a horror, and my guests have long ago eaten all the painkillers without telling me. I use them so rarely that I put packets of them visible in the bathroom and expect them to be there in my hour of need. All gone. Brian suffers from migraines. It was three in the afternoon when I remembered that I had some emergency codeine in the car. Tiny pills but nuclear. By five I could move without swearing. I should probably buy some tramadol off one of the dodgy people who are still sending me text messages after twenty years because I bought some pills off them in festival season.
Which reminds me. Festival season. It used to be a huge part of my calendar, but since COVID it has been a desert. I want to do some performance work at festivals this year, ideally, but other work would do. Since I booked my next acting job starting late August the auditions have pretty much dropped off entirely, so I can’t rely on filming to tide me over until then. Bring on the festival jobs. I don’t even know who to pitch walkabouts to these days. The world has moved on. I reckon there’s stuff out there though. Bring it.
I’m in bed earlyish. It was a friend’s birthday but I couldn’t drink much with the codeine plaster over what I did to myself in front of the telly last night. I found myself empathising with Jeremy Clarkson. Lord.
The next two days I’ll have to be self disciplined to learn stuff and be a responsible adult. I’ve got two days rehearsal this weekend and that’s it for a bit of unusual street theatre type madness.
Right now I’ve got hiccups. I’m gonna have a chamomile tea without whisky. All will be well. Maybe I’ll try and drink a glass of water upside down.
AlBarclay 