Am both in Edinburgh and very, very tired. Got a lift up here with MArtin Evans, originally we were going to head off at some point this monring. But then after late nights and whatnot we figured that leaving in the evening was possibly more suitable
Then, as we’re going at night, why not just leave at midnight… I’ve got to be at my tech reheasal in Edinburgh at 8am. Let’s aim to get there then.
So we set off at midnight. Problem was, that I’d gotten up at nine am to prepare for possible leaving in the morning. And as the departure time slowly slipped backward I had so much to do that it didn’t actually even occur to me that I might need too get some sleep at some point. If it did cross my mind it was surely just to get some sleep in the car.
An hour or so into the journey, however, a problem became apparent. Martin was pretty goddamn tired too. And he was doing all the driving. Going to sleep next to a tired man trying to complete a seven hour drive is well, just rude.
So with flask of coffee. Comedy tapes and other things I ofund in the flat (I don’t have any cassette tape htings anymore…aparts from Queens first album)And my 6am it was light, we were still awake and not far from our goal.
I was now approaching 24 hours without sleep. Something had to give. And that something was the muscles that keep my eyelids up. I was a goner. Would Maritn cope without me? I was sure he would.
BEEP BEEP
I woke up, what the fuck. Shit I fell asleep and now that had lead to the chain reacton of Martin also doing so no we have crashed and now I am dead.
No, Martin was just waking me up.
Somehow I stayed awake for the rest othe journey. then did a tech rehersal, then got flat sorted, then picked up flyers, then met some people, then did a dress rehearsal, then comepred a gig. And at 11pm I got to bed. some 38 hours isnce the last time. It’s only the first day of Edinburgh and already I’m fucked…