Mum was supposed to be looking at a house to buy tomorrow in Dorset (and I was supposed to be driving her there) but some git has just bought it so that's that trip cancelled. Took her shopping this morning anyway, like a good son.
Yesterday I got my first ever bit of feedback on YouTube from somebody who doesn't know me. It simply said, "You're a fucking madman."
Can't really argue with that.
Got home from Mum's shopping trip and finished a blog for the freelance place, not sure if my over-friendly style is formal enough for them but we'll soon find out.
Updated my many sites, which is a hassle to do this every time I get a show confirmed. I clearly haven't thought this through.
Spent about three hours working on the tour dates for the run of shows with Laura in February. She has such a great CV, this shouldn't be hard getting us 8 or 9 shows.
Did some more work on the Rantaclaus script, which is still a million miles off being finished but feels good, you know, as a project - it's a strong concept, a lot stronger than the terrible pun in the title suggests.
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