Yesterday I pulled out of filming the comedy that had it's premiere last week. I feel bad about this, but I've got to look after myself, even if it's just for a little bit. It was just one project too many. Still, felt horrible pulling out and I deserved the harsh words that were in reply.
After some actual sleep today I popped into town to play an afternoon gig in a car park with Claudia, and then off to shoot some soap scenes with Kate and Alan. Kate really is a class act, isn't she? I need to work with her more, a lot more - perfect comic timing yet also blunt enough to question things. Spent quite a lot of time trying to get her in the musical. She hasn't said no, as such...
Then dashed over to watch the England match around Andy's, in which he's now all domesticated and wants to go to bed at 10.30pm and I want to drink till the early hours like the lad I am. We nearly stretched the beer consumption till midnight, same for the conversation. Isn't it weird when your mates grow up and you realise that you've forgotten to do it?
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