There we are, you see? A man can go to Walthamstow of a Saturday and not end up having to pay loads of money to traffic enforcement. All he needs to do is book it in advance.
The early internet, made famous by Lastminute.com, realised that things were cheaper if they weren’t sold just before they took place. It was a couple of years for the market to respond but there was a period where people would deliberately not book until just before they travelled, because it would be cheaper. Then the airlines and trains etc caught on. The model only works when information is not easily shared. Now and for a long time it has got more and more expensive the closer you are to travelling. Booking my little parking spot last night worked out much better than showing up on market day and trying to get a pay and display.
Lots of lovely actors came into a room and worked with cue scripts. It’s fascinating and revealing work. I can see why Callum and Emma run these workshops and I’m happy to know about them. It gave a focus to the day. This weekend is mercifully peaceful. Lots of workshops next week so I need the chance to retract, although driving is getting more and more expensive by the day as people panic buy at petrol pumps and, inevitably, the likes of Shell profiteer from the mood of uncertainty brought about by that fucking idiot and his latest vicious international Epstein smokescreen.
My electricity tariff comes off fixed next week and I bet they gouge me for every penny they can. Not a good time for all this, but I guess it never is.
So I’m gonna just enjoy my weekend. I might buy some turnips tomorrow morning on Animal Crossing, maybe this evening I’ll boot up the Steam Deck and zone out. Brian and Maddy are gaming in the living room so it feels right to join them tonight.
I stopped at the cheap Korean butcher in Golders Green to get myself some cheap meat while I was passing. Brokeish or not I’m still gonna try and have nice things until I actually run out.
AlBarclay 