What is this madness? I’m here in the middle of Paris and I’m trying to smooth the edges for this vast event. They are all running and jumping and pushing and pulling and achieving. Behind the scenes, incredibly organised people are Excelling in vast numbers. Work is happening hugely.
I’m periodically wondering how the hell I’ve ended up in this. By saying “yes” of course. But within that… I racked my brains for the right human to take my place. I’m leaving mid August. There’s a lot I’ve learned and relationships I’ve made. Rather than just fucking off now I’ve got so much in place, I thought long and hard about who to bring in with the driving confidence, chutzpah and calm attitude. I ended up bringing in Ffi. We finally got her accredited today.
Morning took us into GRP after having improvised a table saw with Kearan. Seriously lethal, a circular saw bolted to the underside of a table, cutting through. We needed to make a load of cardboard strips and we we only had corners. Had to leave the saw running which caused battery hell. But largely it went well. We were in central Paris, barely able to move for pedestrians, running in the stuff that needed running in.
It’s all sorted now and I’m gonna go to sleep. A lot more handy now, I am. We get that way on these jobs. This has been a wild upskill. My french, my tools, my handy. Hard to imagine that in a month all I’ll be having to think about is iambic pentameter…
I’ll try and be specific before long, just knackered by the time bed comes, always. Just as well I dream free. I’m starting to miss the things of home, the wonders of Lou, the shape of the non olympic world…
AlBarclay 