Started off as a normal Sunday; bit of a sleep, waking up with a fit of ideas which are hastily jotted down into my little notepad for another day...I still need to get the current show perfect first.
Off to Ely station for the evening's stand-up gig, but as I started my engine on the driveway the car pretty much blew up...loud bang, smoke everywhere, amazed it didn't shatter the windscreen. Waited a bit for the AA man to turn up, he couldn't diagnose the problem as such but was quick to tell me that it's not road worthy and probably destined for the scrapheap.
I'm very sad about this...I mean, it was pushing 200,000 miles on the clock, it served me well professionally (made a sitcom in it, it's got me to six Edinburgh fringes, hundreds of gigs) and personally (it got dad safely to every chemo session, and then eventually got us safely to his funeral and me taking mum shopping every week has been good for both of us in a strange sort of way), but it's barely had a service and has served me remarkably well.
I'm lucky, of course I am - only two nights ago I was driving back, overtaking a lorry when a snow storm kicked in out of nowhere...if the car had decided to blown then, well, I probably wouldn't be writing this blog now.
But it has thrown me completely: the money I'd put aside for the tour (not much), will not have to be spent on a new car. So what happens to the tour now? Which is next week? Have decided to push the crowdfunding (www.gofundme.com/ONEMANANDABOX) a bit and see what happens. I shouldn't have let myself get in this situation in the first place. Bad planning, Richards.
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