Not my finest hour, last night. Kyoto was great and I was excitedly gobbling beers and neglected to remember Tom, whose key I gave to Lou over Christmas. He was staying on the sofa and had messaged to say he was close, had lost his bank card, and was on one percent. I had another beer and spoke to Tomo with Jethro. A lovely elder Japanese actor, one I have certainly met before through another mutual friend, he gets around. He’s fab. It was only when I left that I remembered Tom. Fuck.
I hailed a black cab. Tried to ring him but battery long dead. At least it isn’t raining, I thought to myself. Got home and he was on the doorstep surprisingly happy considering he had been waiting. We went up. I then fell off my routine further, maybe discombobulated, maybe made worse by the beer. My head was rushing with thoughts from Kyoto. All the workshops I’ve been doing and nonsense about electric cars that has helped me look at a charged issue from many angles and reach my own conclusions. I needed to shut my head off so took my sleepy drink and then realised I hadn’t blogged. It was a race against time as my eyelids drooped. I was shipping all sorts of half thought through angry nonsense. Finally I reached a conclusion and fell asleep with lenses in. Woke up about 4 and clawed them out of my face. I’m surprised I don’t have a headache now but I suppose I had only put them in just before the show.
Today I resolved to attempt to be a bit less shoddy. I did some admin, until my brain hurt and I had to go for coffee at Heidi. Heidi is on the grounds on The Royal Hospital, my new local coffee shop, in an old stable. Today as I stumbled in for a latte there was a solitary Chelsea Pensioner stopped over a traditional organ grinder, playing Tuppence a Bag to himself. Turning the wheel. It was a time warp for a moment. I smiled at him, cut a respectful bow without thinking, it seemed appropriate. I found myself wishing he had a little capuchin monkey in a tux holding a bucket and chattering. I wondered if he wanted donations but I think he was grinding out of love and exercise. In retrospect I should have bought him a cuppa. I just got myself one. Next time.
Boo and I have been hibernating together. Tomorrow is a day of new beginnings in the Hindu calendar, so I’m gonna really try to put this dark and slow time behind me and project forward into February and beyond. Lots of change in the air. I need to fire forward, from a clear flat with well done admin and no concerns about money. First step, taking my lenses out before I go to sleep and laying off the sauce. I’ve done enough grinding of the organs.
AlBarclay 