Removals

New head new head. Scrape off the old one. This new job ain’t about magic. Grass is just grass rather than the potential of spellcasting. I don’t have to remember verse and try to listen. Instead I have to just think about how to load up a van well enough that it all gets to Germany nicely.

These are good people who have asked me to move things about. I’m not worried about them being arsehole clients etc. But I’m trying to do the best job I can for them because I actually give a fuck. That’s a good place to be, perhaps.

It’s expensive. Vans and fuel but also people. Today I just had 3 people working, tomorrow will be more. Today we just protected things. Tomorrow we carry everything out, and load it into a van. And then I’m driving it all a long long way, so gonna need to be clever with ratchet straps.

This evening I took a bit of time out to remember how I used to negotiate this city. It was John’s birthday, my old Busky Marley. He’s an extremely talented man and someone I genuinely adore. We all bundled to a pub in Southwark and actually it was a good age mix cuz he’s a broad heart and has room for so much. We remembered a day of summertime day drinking in York when we went on the merry-go-round and I pretended I was his father. We remembered a night for my random birthday when I was stuck in York and we went to bobbalobba and Tiggy happened and it was glorious.

I waited long enough for Tom to get there. As soon as he arrived I discreetly left cuz I have much sleep to do and you can tell by the previous paragraph that John and I don’t do sleep very well. That York birthday night I had a train at 8am and we shared his double bed by the station. I peeled myself stealthily away at 7.30 and just made it. Dan was on the same train, my co-star. I was in a terrible state.

This evening I left in time, and had a lovely evening. Tomorrow lots of carrying. Then loads of unknown.

I’m happy I took the time to see my old friend. That’s the London thing. It’s what pays back for the cost of living here – getting the accessibility of new and old friends. It was a lovely night. I met someone who might be posher than I am.