So hungover. I don't think we drank that much, but we're just too old for this now - I'm all stressed out with my dad stuff and the projects, Andy himself is a dad now so doesn't sleep (his baby is so scared of me - sees me, points, bursts into tears, it's just weird) so we were both pretty hammered after 4 pints last night. Back in the old days we could do at least six.
Got back to mine, scrubbed up, sent invoices for a few bits of work, and then off to Cambridge for a long day of WriteOn. That's the reason why I don't do WriteOn so much these days; they're all day sessions, with a performance in the evening, meaning you're there for about 8 hours. But I loved it, all the same - productions aside, I have so many friends there, and during the long periods of waiting around it's so nice to hang out with these people. I think I must have spent about 3 hours chatting to Emma today in-between rehearsals, and somewhere along the line we agreed to make a film/sitcom/something before she goes to America at the end of November. Tried and failed to recruit a cast for the musical, but got a director for the panto out of it. Lovely to hang out with Izzy, Paul, Alasdair, Anna, Kate, Richard - everyone is so nice.
Performance was good, nice play that, we did it well I think. I enjoyed being loud and sarcastic.
Dad's had a much better day.
Film stuff gets even scarier - I'm now being set-up as a distributor/supplier for the movie, so it's all legal. Have to go along with it, but I'm well out of my depth.
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