Hungover.
The other Santa was off sick, so it was just me today. Utterly crazy day, over 300 kids came in over the 8 hours I was there...I was like a festive machine, making dreams happen and all that. Kind of takes away the magic of Christmas at the same time, though, it's all a bit corporate. I knew this from last year.
Dashed into town to teach, which is clearly what I do best at the moment. Little Benjamin is a cracking student and, no matter how tired I am, his energy makes my job very easy.
Then into Cambridge for the HOP festive special. A bit different to the regular nights because I didn't have Rachel or Mel, as they're based in London and this was in a tiny room where I couldn't even justify paying their fuel. I had Dan, though, who was amazing, as were my makeshift choir of Josie, Beth and Amanda. I started the show too angry - I get the 'joke' is the time restraint but I didn't need to mention it in first five minutes nor did I need to start so urgently. I was bordering on aggressive at the start...too much Red Bull, but the choir kept it ticking over. It settled nicely about half way through and was more than fine; the audience were lovely throughout.
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