Sunday, 12 July 2015

Sunday 12th July 2015

So, my plan is to pretty much deny that things are about to get really shitty, keep my head down and work as hard as possible. My dad has achieved great things in his life, more than he'd ever care to admit - tomorrow he is handing in his uniform. I need distractions, the more I dwell on stuff, the more I wonder why I'm doing any of these projects. Saying that, tonight I did nothing apart from watch telly with my housemate, who, don't get me wrong - is an amazing person and I deeply appreciate his friendship, but I'm not someone who just sits and watches TV all night. Felt quite agitated by it all.

Today though was busy; a gig with Claudia and band at the Big Day Out in Cambridge. I was late because I was a bit rubbish this morning, and then a bit emotional on the phone to mum, and then had to unload my stuff from last night, and then the traffic was ludicrous because Cambridge is the worst place ever to drive, even on a Sunday. Missed the first track, made a grand swooping entrance during the second, which everyone seemed to enjoy despite it being somewhat unprofessional. Perhaps comedy value alone it was great, but that's the sort of trick you can only pull off once.

And then dashed to a place quite near Kings Lynn to do Inadequate Man in my mate Al's yurt to him and his family, all of whom are perfect audience members who laugh at the right times. Performance was tight but flat, I'm clearly not at my best energy-wise right now, so whilst the show was respectable enough, it didn't quite have that spark which it has done recently. Kind audience, though, and a lovely setting for it.

And then dashed again, this time to a local BBC radio station, where I was on air with Andrea and Nina to plug the forthcoming Quench gig. It was really nice, and Sue is a great host. I'm an old hand at being a guest these days, that felt nice.

I think I'm getting too angry these days. Today I felt like I had a lot of road rage, even if it all remained internal. Other things are really making me angry, though, which needs to calm a bit. In particular: Samba bands, Morris dancers and improv.

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