A day of much confusion, but due to the fact that this is a public blog I'm really limited to what I can say about it. Let's just say band stuff got messy, very messy. Wasn't my fault, if anything I am the outsider in all of this but...fuck, what a mess. Fuckety fuck. No idea what is going to happen now, but the 3 gigs this weekend are going to be awkward.
I booked myself a solo comedy tour to remind myself that I do have a life beyond the band (as much as it's the most successful thing I've ever been in and I'm quite mortified by what's happening), it's a Christmas tour and I'm amazed how easy it is to book a Christmas tour compared to trying to book a tour for the rest of the year. Turns out everyone loves a bit of Richards dressed as a snowman.
Also did a bit of freelancing work, just a bit, let's no go crazy. Probably need to do a lot more of that tomorrow, though.
Had a lovely evening with Anna, watching the new Dad's Army film (it's bloody good - ignore the critics, it's a really nice movie), eating pizza and for the first time ever her dog didn't bite me, or piss on me. Well done, dog.
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