Episode 25 just wrote itself really...I feel like an excitable writer working without restrictions at the moment, it's lovely. Episode 26 will be the last one...filming 26 episodes over two months is a mighty task (considering I still haven't quite confirmed Chloe to be in it yet, and keep forgetting to email Lara) but it can be done. And this will be something special, I feel - possibly stronger than the film. I don't know, everything looks good on paper, doesn't it?
Will take my time on the final episode, there's plenty of loose ends to tie in.
Tried to fix my clothes rail in my bedroom but actually made it worse; it tumbled down upon me and I was trapped for a short while under a pile of metal and clothes. I'm not very good at DIY - I tried to install a security camera for my mum the other day but, a week later, it apparently still doesn't light up.
Caught up on freelance emails and stuff for a bit, and then surprised Mum with a visit. Played tug of war with the dog, I won, and then she lunged into me...my arm was bleeding for a bit as a result and was late for the gig because of it.
The gig, complete with really soar arm, was a St Paddy's night gig. As rowdy as fuck. Covers gig with G+V, really grateful that our regular supporter, Ashley made it down as he ended up catching our speakers as drunks fell into them. There was spillages everywhere, people tumbling over...and it's a tiny, tiny venue so everything was a bit too close for comfort. People drank a lot last night, everyone got a bit carried away and it was just leery and horrible...a bloke in the front (a rugby player, I think) kept looking at V and shouting "you make me hard". Charming. That's the type of thuggish clientele we had to entertain. Horrible show that could have got nasty, we only gave them one encore and got the equipment out as quickly as we could. Minutes after we'd packed away, a massive fight kicked off on the street - stemming from the venue. 2 women, fighting over a man, and then the man joined in, kicking the venue's window and shouting "let me at her, let me at her," - there was a big crowd of them, all really going for each other. I was trying to do a u-turn at the time in my car and then the fight spread to directly in front of me so I couldn't move. Ripped shirts and blood everywhere. Stay classy, St Ives.
On the way back I stopped to buy some beer from a garage and the seemingly friendly till assistant got really aggressive with the card machine when it was taking too long to load up and started shouting "scan you bastard" at it repeatedly. People in that town just need to chill out a bit.
Home by 1am, wrote it all down for a future project.
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