It’s over, it really is fucking over. It’s been a long emotional month for a hundred squillion reasons, but now we get to go home. I’m getting a lift back to blighty with Martin Evans, the wonderful comedian and friend who not only gave me a lift up a month (seemed like a decade) a go, [...]
Read More…Packing up the flat. Giddily getting ready to go home I’m shoving all the stuff back into the bags. You may remember that at the start of this month I saw a caterpillar in my room. People ribbed and joked me that it might turn into a butterfly or a moth. An idea that scares me as [...]
Read More…THE LAST SHOW. IT’S THE LAST SHOW. IT’S THE. LAST. BLOODY. SHOW I’ve loved this month but it really will be a relief to end it. If an elderly dying lady is in horrific pain at the end of her life and she wants to die, well, it doens’t mean she hasn’t loved her life. She [...]
Read More…Two shows left, it’s been a very long month. Part of me cannot wait to get back to London, but another part of me doesn’t want to head back to the real world of temp jobs and bars closing at 11pm. One defining factor in me wanting to finish the hsow is that the black and white [...]
Read More…I have settled into a little routine of getting out flyering now at around 2pm… flyering until 4. Then having cup of tea and doing show at 4.45. Today is a Sunday. On quite a few sunday’s in the year I watch the Formula One Grand Prix, this is a tradition I have had since I was [...]
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