Creakers

Very lovely to have seen a McFly musical, I feel like I missed out on something cultural. These lads were standing right next to me in the gala and sure they were well turned out but without any sense of judgement, if I had to say one lyric from them on pain of death, I’d be dead. I’d go with something love related. “Believe in love,” I guess that’d be my last words.

To me it’s Marty. The Power of Love. That’s probably where I got it from. His attempts to not have sex with his mother so his father could make him exist… a seminal part of an eighties upbringing.

Lou is working on Creakers. It’s glorious. Some really strong performers, all telling this hilarious weird story made up by a famous pop human. At the Queen Elizabeth Hall.

I did my first London performance on that stage. An award ceremony for school musicals. They played my track an octave too high for me to sing. Bob Holness from Blockbusters was judging it. I could’ve fucking killed whoever it was that sent me on as a tenor when I was a bass. We didn’t have time for rehearsal. It was a year since we had done it. The track was wrong. I remember being one of the only people in that group knowing this would be my job, and I remember fruitlessly reaching for the high notes in front of a big crowd and it was really uncomfortable and the original version for which the song was picked was in my register.

Nice to come back as a functioning practitioner, to see a show where I know a fair few of the creatives. Nice to be there just after coming back from Stratford and to see Fin in the audience with me, who was up there with me, who is supporting his girlfriend.

In particular, nice to see Lou in her element. She’s here in town with me and was running wardrobe tonight. She’s made this thing. She’s knackered in my bedroom now and Boo has widdled on the floor which seems significant somehow, I think largely because she needs to have her litter changed and I don’t understand her auto litter thing.

I’m gonna stop writing just as it feels I need to.