I had to leave the studio shortly before the end, but we got it done, this long dense book. Matt was an excellent engineer in the studio, really understanding of Sam’s needs. His playbacks were incredibly well judged to maximise the time we had, he was editing on the fly, super efficient, really quite remarkable to watch. It’s a big old complex of studios up in Queen’s Park. I have a feeling it won’t be the last time I go there. Might not even be the last time I work with Matt.
It’s been so dense though. The true meaning of death. The purpose of existence. Life and love and relationships and traumas and families and longing.
I left shortly after 2pm and drove to Uxbridge. I grabbed a load of programmes from an industrial printer just after 3pm on a Friday, and had the most incredible sense of deja vu. This is not the first time in this lifetime that I have gone to that printer and hauled emergency programmes to Oxford. I did it maybe even a decade ago. I did it again today. Picked up at 3, slogged through the rain to drop them in Oxford before the audience started to show for press night. I went in and saw the space and there was Amelia from Willows. She was an intern, now she’s swing in the Christmas show. No surprises – she’s a triple threat and a good human to boot. Nice to see her even briefly. We overlap with so many glorious humans in this game.
I couldn’t see the show. Santa tomorrow and I’ll have to drive through the end of the storm to get there, just ten minutes from the place I picked up the programmes, in Uxbridge. My first ever weekend in a grotto. I swore I’d avoid it but the money was undeniably good and I haven’t survived this long without the instict to suck up my pride from time to time in exchange for DOLLA.
But this means I need to go to bed, stat. By the sound of it this storm is going to level the place, so I’ll be driving through some degree of carnage no doubt, tomorrow morning, so long as my windows don’t explode.
Man mad climate change, eh? Let’s just keep doing nothing. It’s obviously made up. Capitalism ftw. Vote Putin.
Amazing that Romania have been bold enough to act on what he’s been doing for so long. I reckon there was might have been cyber stuff in the states, but it’s impossible for them to call it without WAR. The bear has always tried to win though story. And most people these days are foie gras geese for tempting patterns and lies.
I’m gonna sleep through this storm, me and the pusscat. Then tomorrow I’ll sleigh out into it and try and bring some fecking magic. Last thing in the world I feel like. No No No.
AlBarclay 