Up early and took Mum to the hairdressers as she wanted to look nice for dad's funeral on Monday. Spent 3 hours waiting in the car, made notes for the 4th Lab musical for next year that I'm writing for them, and also jotted down a few other ideas. It was time well spent.
Got back, dozed off for a bit, listened to the football, and then worked on my speech for the funeral. Trying to be optimistic with it, but how can you be optimistic when your dad has just died?
Need good things to happen. I know that's what everyone wants, and I don't mean to whinge or anything, but just a break, a little break, please. This feeling is possibly fuelled by the fact that everyone in the industry is rejecting '50 Ways...' - mostly with polite rejection, I didn't like today's one, someone said that it "doesn't feel like it's quite there, just yet." It's not a work in progress, pal. I get it, that's how the industry works, Fawlty Towers was rejected by everyone, Dad's Army almost didn't happen. I'm not saying this is in the same league as that (it isn't), but it has charm, and I just want somebody who isn't in it, or isn't a friend of mine, to like it. Please.
Evening played a covers gig with G+V, we were tired and not in the mood, but it turned into a really nice gig, despite the two dogs fighting in the corner. Nice that Claudia and Marcel popped down, audience seemed up for it and venue paid us a little extra. I played with quite a lot of enthusiasm, but yawned quite a lot. Easy money, isn't it, playing covers? AND THAT'S THE TRAP. THAT'S WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN. NOBODY WILL LIKE MY FILM, I'LL END UP BEING 'SATISFIED' PLAYING ED SHEERAN SONGS FOR A LIVING. THIS WILL BE MY LIFE SOON.
Bollocks.
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