Another lovely day in R&D. The thing with comedy is you have to go deep into your own tragic shit and take it seriously, which can actually be quite costly. If you manage, it can be fucking hilarious for everyone but you. Because the funniest thing is the absurdity of the human condition, and the best laughs are the ones of recognition. We are all spinning around on this thing surrounded by other people and we’ve made up so much stuff like Lego and Christianity and Air Fryers and Society and Currency and Comics and Narcotics and Languages. Most of us understand some of the things. Nobody can do the lot. People can be shit at Lego but great with Narcotics. People can be polyglots that can’t operate an air fryer. Together we make it all work as best we can and occasionally we kill thousands to distract from the horrible things we did and still want to do.
I’m sitting in a hotel room by the Medway near Rochester. There’s a cinema next door so tomorrow I’ll probably go and watch something but tonight I wanted to make sure I’ve downloaded all the PowerPoints I’m gonna need. R&D is over so its back to teaching workshops about power. Natural Gas right now. Contentious and beleaguered at the moment I’m sure. These guys aren’t fracking, they’re importing it. But we don’t talk about the fact it is running out or that it about to get really tricky with the latest war of distraction. Are the boats even still coming in? We will know soon enough.
It’s 9pm. I had spaghetti and immediately regretted it. Regretty spaghetti. My acid reflux has been bubbling all day. I should have noticed it when I was coughing in rehearsal. I ignored it. Now it is bad. I noticed it after the spaghetti, but on the weekend Stuart went and blew my mind by informing me that Omeprazole, which I’ve only ever had on prescription, is available over the counter. I’ve just had a little brown pill. I have a feeling it will mean I don’t wake up in the night. Which is good considering I have to get up at stupid o’clock tomorrow morning and go be mister hyperenergetic until I drop.
I’ve also had some liquid gaviscon. Right now my body is growling at me. If there was a bath I’d be lying in it, but I’m in a purple palace. Showers only. And the sheets are made of acid sandpaper.
Still I’m gonna wind down. Might go through the PowerPoint again. It’s another one I haven’t run yet, but I’m an old hand at this shit now so I know it’ll be golden.
Still, it’s 9pm. What else am I gonna do here in this industrial estate. I went for dinner at some American Diner knock off where they gave me that active spaghetti mix. There’s not much here but bingo and cinema.
I’ll be reet. I’ve got my kindle.
AlBarclay 