Summer has brought the offspring of horny moths that got into some rice. Without my thinking about it we were storing dry food above the plates in a nice hot dark cupboard. Unfortunately Maddy is a bit sick and she pulled a plate out to eat some “chips” and the realised there was extra protein. We are talking 5 of them and they are about 3 millimeters at largest. It isn’t The Creature from the Black Lagoon here, but it’s still something that needs to be dealt with. My head was full of facts though, preparing for my evening job. I wasn’t the most helpful. I’ve always been in the habit of putting mugs in the cupboard upside down so you don’t get dead spiders in your tea. That never happens in this flat, we are too elevated and towny. But at this time of year it’s no surprise to see nature happening. You just don’t want it happening on your plate.
I went out for lunch, let some Italians cook for me at a little café I really like on Battersea Park Road. There’s 2 hour free parking next to it and it does good pasta. Battersea Brothers. I had lunch with an old friend, we used to share an agent.
I’ve been trying to fob off a massage table on everyone I meet at the moment. It’s a bit fucked but serviceable still and if you’re handy and can be bothered you can fix it up nicely. It folds down and is currently sitting in Bergman but I’m not gonna take it up to the attic, it’s friend or bin. I’ve got to move well on reducing my bollocks footprint, because I’m about to end up with a whole lot more. So yeah, you want a massage table in London or Brighton I’ll drive it to you.
Meantime this evening I got myself into The Globe again, upstairs in The Balcony Room. I love it there and told them as much. It was a lot of people connected to Barclays Bank. “They put a worldwide shout out for actors with genuine Shakespeare chops and the surname Barclay, and I’m the best they could do. My name is Al Barclay, and I’m here to tell you a little bit about how this incredible theatre came to be here.” It’s cheap but it got a laugh. The delivery, of course, of course.
They were a nice lot, but behind me stood one of those robots that mimic people with camerafaces. That’s for the tech demo and I was concerned that it was scraping me. I think I’ll be dead before stage actors start losing their jobs to robots but they’ve already come for the voiceover artists. I didn’t like it.
But I’m home now. Tomorrow we will set fire to everything in the kitchen and then bury the ashes in lime thousands of feet below the earth in a warzone. That’ll hopefully deal with those moth larvae once and for all.
