Errands

“Don’t worry, there’s nothing illegal about it.”

So my old neighbour who I barely know sent me to Boots. He lives in Thailand and he wants me to post drugs to him. Apparently the old lady who used to do it is indisposed. Maybe she was arrested? Nah I’m sure it’s fine.

Boots is a pretty legit chemist, let’s be honest. They gave me the bags and I told the guy in the Post Office that it was Prescription Medication. He wrote “Prictiscion Medicine”.

It’s Tamsulosin. I’ve got no idea what it’s for or if it’s legal in Thailand. Off it goes with my name on it. I gave him my Monzo details and told him how much it was to post. It got me out of the house so I’m not too bothered, but if it’ll be every month or so I ain’t paying the man to be helpful.

Then I did a quid pro quo with Frank. A much better way to do business. He helped me get all my tools and Lou’s costume and my spare masks etc up to my flat so I’m not worrying about it. In exchange I drove his plants to his, and also gave him one of the Glyndebourne suit jackets as he had spilled glue on the first one. I started with about twenty and kept them because they are excellent for floor managing. You have to have a plain black suit jacket, at the end of a fourteen hour event shift it will be covered in shit and doubly so if you’re kitchen managing. You want a new one for every day of the event ideally. I would often be very unhappy by the third day, and up extra early when it is already an early start just to wash out a stain. I haven’t done that work for a few years now, but I’ve got the skillset and it’s always a world you can walk back into if you need to.

Someone has clonked the front of Bergman something rotten, while he was parked outside this afternoon. It was this afternoon, right outside mine. No doorbell cams looking at me. I think it was a scaff van turning in my cul de sac. It’s cosmetic but it’s a hard one not to see. Poor Bergie, he’s a mess of scratches now. I had a moment thinking it was malicious damage, but actually no. That’s when they spike a tyre or smash a light. This is not placed enough. It’s random. And annoying.

I took him up to Hampstead to rehearse Halloween, but Siwan dropped paint everywhere so we decided to just go to hers instead and rescheduled for tomorrow. Keeping it varied. Audition tomorrow afternoon… I’m gonna sign off.