Two outdoor shows. No rain. Now I’m home and I got myself to packing. I wanted to try and undo some of the spreading out that I’ve been doing lately, just as I won’t be home for ages. I’ve packed my diary. There’s still things to juggle. But I’ve got a point of focus coming up and it is likely to keep me very busy.
I’ve been given invoice information for the shows about The East India Company at last. I really hate not being paid anything until I’ve finished the job with stuff like this as it is totally disempowering if they turn out to be no good for it. These guys though, they’ve sold enough tickets, plus have multiple streams of funding. I guess I should treat it like low paid filming work. With rehearsals and no buyout… I’ve sent an invoice and I’m sure it’ll convert to being marginally less broke.
But tomorrow I’ll start sorting out the being broke thing post haste, back into the unknown but the nicely paid unknown which is the best unknown.
Packing packing packing. Trying to pack light. I had the kickyfoot on the tellybox as they are actually making this tournament possible for people who are only mildly interested by putting it on the BBC. I don’t have to go to a drunk pub to find out how we are all doing.
Boy got dropped off for Brian to look after when I’m away. The original plan was for me to do it but Brian is gonna be here and I’m off being Captain Random again.
Chargers. iPad for admin. Converters. 7 underpants. 5 T shirt. 2 shirt. 2 Trousers. 1 jumper. 1 Hoodie. Nothing fancy. Although I might shove the Steam Deck in there in case there’s ever downtime. Likely it’ll sit there until I leave.
Passport. Driving licence. Multiple cards.
I’ve laid out my clothes for tomorrow. I packed the aeropress for cheap coffee and a flask for environmental water.
Charging my Fitbit and headphones overnight.
Powerbank A and Bose Soundlink Mini Speaker both got traded for crack in Brighton last week by Car Thief 01. Don’t need Accordion so Car Thief 02 has done no harm.
Got Powerbank B.
Paris is highly civilised. I will not be working 24/7.
Bedtime. Don’t want to miss this plane. Sleepy drink, do thy work. And come the morning Boy will fist me in the gob before my 5am alarm, I suspect.
Night night.
AlBarclay 