I’m meeting a flight at Gatwick. Got my chauffeur’s cap in the car. Today a spot of convergence where I sent a tape for the part of a driver. Dayjob meets jobjob. I’d be pleased to land it, a fun little scene. Driving someone famous and not knowing them and asking all the benign and slightly clueless questions that drivers ask performers. I’ve been on both ends of it frequently. I drove over to Frank as I figured he’d know who the person was. I was as benignly clueless as my character, but they’ve just won a load of awards and it’s good. The tape was a spot of manifesting. “I could really use a tape this weekend, just to keep momentum rolling,” I said to myself out loud half an hour before it came in on Friday afternoon. Busy weekend so the window was early but now it’s all done and dusted I can know that I’ve pinged out some energy and intention. Now I can sink into the weekend.
We parked in the vacant doctors area of a local surgery closed on the weekend. I had a tripod but I ended up tying my phone to the rearview mirror with a mobile phone charging cable. Natural light through the side window, a perfect day for it. My first outdoor self tape. Some background noise, the usual London things, but no interrupted takes and it was easy to get the full length shot that is often fiddly if you’re inside, I just had to stand against a wall. Boxes all ticked, caught up with Frank, didn’t take too much time. Two contrasting versions, one largely keeping it dry, riffing at the end, one in my chauffeur’s hat being looser. Fly, my precious. Fly!
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Met Lou’s flight and took her back to Brighton. It’s 2 in the morning and I’m absolutely exhausted but haven’t seen Lou for ages so trying to balance the imperative to write this with the desire to catch up. She’s had lots of experiences out there. North Africa. I’ve never been. Likely I’d do well out there with my French and my love of heat.
Tessy is being extremely vocal, I think a bit discombobulated by the changing of the guards. She’s looking for Moss who looks after her and gives her snacks. I’m too tired to be kept awake but hopefully she’ll settle.
Tomorrow a calm day by the seaside hopefully. A decompression. Little sparks of energy have been sent out to the world at large for the vocation so I can legit relax for a moment before starting to run with the torch again on Monday.
And so to bed.
AlBarclay 