I’ve left a few things hanging so let’s address them.
My bag, oh constant reader. Turns out I left it in the lift in my block two days ago. Someone had neatly put it at the bottom of the stairs for me. I picked it up yesterday untouched. Hooray.
Nothing removed. I was lucky.
Then the crack in the ceiling yesterday that had me worried as I was off to sleep… Reader, it was old. Nothing to do with my nice warm fire. So, perhaps significantly, I’ve been worrying about things without cause. Who knows what that comes from. Maybe just because I’m busy and fulfilled my brain is expecting a collapse.
I’m here at Lou’s again with Tessy. But today was a bit of a commute. A gig at the Underglobe. Very much one I’m good at now. Greeting guests, a spot of MC work. General charm and reading people stuff plus an encyclopedic brain full of iambs. I guess it’s easy because I’m who I am. Enjoyed it though despite an unusually unpleasant commute.
Right now it isn’t the happiest time for driving in this country. Coming up was okay but as soon as the light is gone the fog comes in and the rain was accompanying it on the way back down. Sober, sure. But tired. Even if you turn down the free champagne these corporate gigs are expensive as you need to be on high alert and 360° radar.
Still I’ve driven 4 hours through awful conditions and I’m still trying to learn this huge modern role I’m apparently playing on Monday. It’s mad the things we do just because its who we are. This one, the writer is brilliant and I’m well cast so fuck it, yeah I’ll cram my head full of stuff for no reason other than support of a good artist and the fact that I’m both obsessed with my work and incapable of saying no.
But I’d better go to bed.
