People are rubbish, aren't they? I'm not only saying this because I've had a couple of beers having been to a show (on a school night! As much as I hate that saying, and what are the rules, anyway?)
I mean, I don't like doing this murder mystery thing either - we generally do the show, get a few complaints (roughly two a show, written, often in capitals by old people who can't find the caps lock), get paid. But we do actually get paid, often reluctantly by the venue, and we have a good time on stage, but it seems keeping a consistent cast together is unlikely. One more performance this weekend, the final one we're obligated to do, and yet I'm two actors down again. James is great, I can see myself working with James for years because he's just so...relaxed, but everyone else either keeps pulling out or getting ill. No idea what will happen this Saturday but have stopped caring.
Anyway, in the office to freelance today. Company have run out of stuff for me to do, which is a shame. The new guy in charge has different ideas and I don't seem to fit into those plans. An awkward, abrupt end to what has been a nice nearly two years of freelancing there.
Had the best idea for a book ever. Started writing it.
Popped into town to watch my mate Mel, and 11 other comedians, perform. The Cambridge Comedy circuit is lovely, I have a lot of friends there and it was nice to catch up with everyone. If you're ever feeling a bit low about life achievements and shit (as I have been tonight), just hang out with comedian chums...we're all feeling low about life achievements and shit. There's something in that which makes me feel all warm inside.
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