Treated myself to a load of sleep, got up at 10am. I'd moved my Tuesday lessons to Sunday to give myself more time today, and had a productive one - got chatting to my preferred actors about filming the Christmas monologues. Three of them have said yes instantly, the other two haven't replied yet, but I think they'll be onside soon.
Did a spot of writing for next year's fringe and then re-tuned my kit. Met up with the guys and off to London for our big show there. I don't know why, but this one didn't do it for me tonight - we had a big enough audience, but the set felt too long and, a rarity for us, it dragged a bit. I think we've had a great run recently, and this gig went down well, but was hardly a highlight.
V got annoyed with me on the way home when I said to her, "not every gig can be the best gig we've ever played, that one was just fine" and then L got annoyed with me because I got annoyed with him for suggesting we drop Ghost Town for the next gig, because I'd rather drop Earthquake. We're on different pages. Not always a good sign.
Andrea has booked me up for a cracking big show for next year and more musical projects in the pipeline, my diary is filling up with lots of lovely stuff for next year.
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