Into town this morning for a lunchtime meeting sending some emails and making some strategic calls ahead of dayjobby work next month. Clicking back into gear with all the scattered obscure things I’ve been doing to make ends meet for the last few decades. Man oh man… And I’m knackered.
Grace Sam and Jo are all meeting up on Mare Street for martinis and a London night to see off what has been a really special dynamic. Benjy went home – his son is sick. The circle is already broken. I took a call not to join them. Don’t want to blow money on London price booze. I love them, but I’ve got to look forward again. I’ve gotta start saving like a grown up.
So I made my lockdown Carbonara tonight and fed everyone and there’ll be enough for another helping when I get back from dropping Lou. She’s off back to obscure distant climes. Mumbai this time. They were originally routing her flight through Dubai but in the light of recent scattergun Iranian rage incidents she has a different route now. I’ll get to see her briefly in Brighton tomorrow and then she’s off, but this time she is just off for a few weeks.
I spent some time with Bergie today. He is not happy. I left a load of damp cable ties in him and he’s got a little bit mouldy as a result. The ties plus the fact that he has a little crack at the bottom of his windshield made him a bit damp inside while I was away. Looks like a pothole crack. I don’t remember it happening but it isn’t in a very visible place. I’ll fix him up, but first I’m gonna need to pull money in. There are more pressing things to spend on first.
Tomorrow morning I’ll bring a warm cloth down and just give him a little wipe down. When I’ve got a bit more time I’ll process the rest of his contents and I’ll get a windshield and bring it to good old Shak at Culvert Tyres, who knows Bergie well, and who I absolutely trust with him.
I’m happy I’m not out in hackney tonight even though I do miss those guys. I sometimes felt every inch of my twenty years older than themness on tour. But mostly I was absolutely enamoured of the fact that they all live as hard as they work.
AlBarclay 