More fucking emails.
Alarmed at how much I'm spending at the moment, certainly a lot more than I'm earning. But then I got a message confirming JT for the sacking, a proper great, huge superstar, sacking me. You know what - at the moment I may be that guy who sits in Iceland car park, drinking budget energy drinks, eating pre-packed chicken satay and scraping at a scratch card in the hope it'll fund his next tour. That's me, if you see me, disappointed at both the lack of winnings and the quality of chicken, but good things are happening. I won't get a job, I'll just extend my overdraft - this has to work out in the end, somehow.
More tour offers. Was up till 2am sending the initial messages. Rejections for the film from Passenger, Dave Gilmour, Eddi Reader.
Evening rehearsal with Dowsing, our first of the year. Another huge show in the pipeline, 20-odd songs to learn, about 4 rehearsals. Good job we're brilliant...
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