A lovely slow Sunday. The weather might have been less windy but for the first day of meterological summer I am okay with it. The wind wasn’t freezing. Just present.
We went for a stroll in the park, by the serpentine, Marie and I. We’ve been friends for a while and we danced in a window during lockdown with mascot heads on. That sort of thing bonds people, to the extent that she has been able to put up with my awful ADHD accounts and admin blackout and largely get the tax return in on time. Although I did get fined crazily for one year when she was too busy and gave up. Largely she’s been a lifeline though and without her I would be in an even worse position than I am. God, the dream of consistent employment in my profession… A few close friends have booked a whole year on stage in the west end. I’ve kept this flat, believed and believed. Surely something soon. There’s a premier coming up for a lovely wee britflick. I’ve got my American movie coming. But where the fuck are the meetings? It’s not like they aren’t making anything anymore. I’m feeling like I’m right at the top of my game, right in my casting, and there’s nothing, but for what I’m generating myself. I think that’s likely to be the thing I’m gonna have to go towards.
A pleasant walk. Then up to Camden to feed a friend’s cat. Great big silly old Boy. I gave him more water than he likes with his food cos it’s hot and he’s on his own. He was working through it when I left. Flying visit.
Then to the Edinboro Castle and a strategy meeting and catch up with Shoe. And maybe a pint. Now I’m home and covered in cats and it feels like it was a good day all round. A proper Sunday. Now for the week in technicolour. I’m ready for it.
AlBarclay 