Yeah no I’m not feeling the whole blog thing, too much to cram into my head. Doing this play on Tuesday and apparently all the tickets are sold which means we get a few ha’penny bits. I kinda know my part but not without thought. I enjoy this stuff. I signed up for it. But tomorrow is unlikely to be easy. My brain needs context.
We’ve done some line runs on zoom but it just doesn’t mean anything. There’s a face in a screen. All that lockdown bananas. It created digital nomads but mostly it was just nonsense. Tomorrow we will be in the room with one another at long last. And Monday. And then we’re open.
I didn’t put this one through my agent. Money. There is none. I don’t want them disapproving. But also I’ve noticed that if there’s something in the diary for them I don’t get the meetings anymore. I love Esta but more and more it’s Angus these days and he doesn’t know what he’s got in the same way. Esta can sell me. Angus didn’t even come to As You Like It. My delight with that relationship comes out of being seen. Esta sees me so she knows where I’ll thrive. I’m really not sure about her associate.
I’ve made myself busy, as is my way. I’ll keep being busy as the year closes. It’s a lovely thing to be full. But… it’s full.
Back in London. The heating is on now – I tried to avoid it but I knew Brian and Maddy would go for it and I’m cool with it. It means the place is warm – perhaps too warm.
They brought me some lovely Saké from Japan. I will try not to have all of it in a week.
I’m going to bed. I haven’t the patience with myself to do this properly tonight.
