Back in the Swan. The S(am) Wan(amaker). The bar at The Globe. Once again at the door bringing the energy and the style, this time for a party of just 112 mostly french people. A different stilt walker.
I was tired. Didn’t land until late last night and up early to invigilate in a horrible room. I was the lead with Angela. She’s been doing it for as long as I have and she’s good at the bossing people around bit so I did the announcements and she told everyone what to do. I didn’t really have the headspace for organising people but I’ve been doing this on and off for long enough that it comes as second nature so solving things live was fine. They are experimenting with taking away seat numbers and it is such a lot of extra work for us all. Never underestimate the human capacity to make a simple thing more complicated for no benefit.
After work, across town immediately, no stopping at home, straight here. I grabbed a soup at Pret Mansion House and ate it with a coffee in the café upstairs. Then make-up on, bunny hat attached and squeeze into my great big rabbit arse to tell everyone how late they all are.
I’m using water based makeup. It washes off faster. Still I’ll look like I’ve got a double life when it is time to tell a load of management students where to sit tomorrow morning at arsehole o’clock. I knew this week was coming. Now its here. The thermal baths of Budapest already feel like a distant memory and they were YESTERDAY. This world, we are so fucking clever to have made everything so achievable. At what cost? But we’ve done it.
I’m gonna happily absorb myself in work for a week before rehearsal starts for AFTLS. This is an accumulation time. I’ve needed one. But it will involve me having no headspace at all and just going from job to job to bed. I have a happy flat though with good friends and fluffy creatures.
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