Quite an excursion today around London, but at least I was spared a return trip to Brighton that I had tentatively promised. Lou needed ferrying around London. All the way up in Walthamstow in a street full of stolen phones for cheap there are fabric shops. She’s buying for a theatre maker friend, this is the best place on a theatre budget. Secondary is Goldhawk Road. Been there a few times with Lou already. They’ve caught on, being near The Bush Theatre and all. Range is still good but price is more than it should be now. I wonder where else in the country you can get things like that though? Even I knew about Goldhawk for fabric. They know they’re known.
It’s tiring, driving through the suburbs. It’s easier on the circular where traffic has a predictable flow. Up towards Walthamstow they all look forwards only and there are no rules. It’s dog eat dog and if you try to be polite you probably cause a crash as it is so rare. It’s worse in South East London, that’s the shittest place to drive in this town. But it’s pretty grim up the ‘stow. We don’t call it Mordor for nothing.
We got all the things we needed, and stopped for vegetarian thali in Hammersmith. It was excellent and I came out stuffed. Lou got a train back home and I got to come home and wind out the traffic.
Apparently the weather is about to jump up. This freezing fucking arctic wind that has given the lie to all the sun we’ve had, it is gonna wind out for a bit and we’ll feel the difference. Thank the lord. My dreams have been scattered with old memories and friends. Last night was a particularly broken sleep though so even though I’m thinking of loads of old friends I dreamt of last night I’m not getting in touch as I’ve barely got the energy in this cold to move myself from A to B.
I’m trying to cook up my big plan. Make a screenplay? Or good god I would love to book a bit of theatre at the mo – even have an audition to be honest much as I hate the things. Nothing since the pretending to be a chauffeur gig which felt cosmically right enough that the universe had to blow it up to prove that nothing is ever that simple.
Time. Time. Time. I can still relax, and smile and say that my last two jobs were enough validation for a lifetime, but there’s parsnips needeth buttering. Plus I am more and more feeling the pull of the wild again. If I knew I had something coming up… …
Onwards.
AlBarclay 