A funny thing happened this evening; I listened to the folk songs I have to learn for tomorrow by choice. I'm quite into it now, I get it all of a sudden, I get why it's so popular. Some of it is really nice. Some of it is slightly more complex than I thought; you know - it's all half-tempo for about 4 verses and 2 choruses but then suddenly there's a stop or a time signature change that is likely to throw me completely. I get why I'm getting paid for this now. Should have learn't it better. It's getting late now and the gig is tomorrow. Will listen to it on repeat on the way there. Wigan is quite far, that's a few listens.
Before that, another strange thing happened. I was in Tescos, buying last minute birthday presents for my mum (I've actually spent loads on her but it's not arrived on time so had to buy something else...chocolates, flowers, card with a funny dog on it etc) and the till assistant was genuinely the loveliest person I'd ever met...so nice, I told her so and she took it well. So why was this strange? Because I've written two shows about fancying till assistants at my local supermarket but this is the first time it's happened in real life. I'll go back, shopping is very different to stalking.
'Work' was okay; they've transferred the company phone to my mobile but nobody called it anyway.
Invited all the celebs to film, the ones I didn't get a chance to speak to yesterday. And all the other people that are in it, who are all getting a bit too excited for my liking. Let's just pretend this isn't happening for a bit, yeah?
Lovely pep-talk from my housemate/landlord, Edd, who reminded me that in the year I've been living here I've achieved quite a lot - the film, the shows, nearly nailing the novel, it's all very positive and apparently I'm on the verge of great things. What a legend he is.
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