I’m feeling pretty chill and massively lucky today. I can get swept up in nitty gritty. These ideas of obstruction that I’ve been putting here – I’m deliberately amplifying the tricky ones because that’s what we do. Roadkill, No-neck, The Voiceless Man – these guys are rare. Normally everything is absolutely fine. Today I went into three live sites carrying an absolutely lethal knife with a curved blade that. I had it in my pocket and was hip to have it confiscated, but no, I’m fine to have my vicious curved blade. I just can’t have an awkward bit of frame in each hand.
I’m checking out of my digs again. Managed to find a well priced place up the road for my last few nights. I’ve got into the swing of this now. I am sad to leave before it’s over, but I’ve brought in a friend who overlaps with my skillset while being totally different. I’m happy to know I can hand it to her. There’s a lot to think about, but we have a wonderful team. I’m about to start a job I thought might have happened before mum died. It’s happened now, some decades later. If I wasn’t going into it at long last, I’d stay. But I have to pull out and focus on my vocation. What a strange madness, my life. The experiences I’ve had recently, the sheer breadth of it… to be part of this international thing… Bilingual international driver and problem solver – and don’t get me wrong, I’m moaning about security because they slow me down. I always deliver. I’ve never had to come back full. Maybe that has involved arguments at the gate and then me expressing it here. Kes put the shits up me telling me he knows how to find this and reminding me it’s public. I forget that, and lately, as tonight, I’ve tried to just make sentences with one eye open and no memory of the day but for the high adrenaline bits when the usual box of tricks explodes.
I’m gonna sleep. Still loads to do. Well done Team GB, punching hard still. I’ve been thrilled to here à Paris, part of the machine… xxx
AlBarclay 