Red Lion, Soho
May is nearly over, therefore it is nearly June, nearly June equals eight weeks to August, ergo – it’s nearly Edinburgh
Like last year I have done lots of work on the stuff surrounding the show, and lots of sitting round in my flat watching telly. But now I am scared, another preview at the Red Lion and I have the Fear for real.
The story is good, not quite finished, but nearly there and quite possibly the best thing I have ever written ever.
Except the show is not just this story, in my head it slips effortlessly between this made up world of Nathan Cooke and my own world and thoughts and funny bits.
Problem is I’ve been concentrating so much on the story bits that the rest is still vague… with only eight weeks to go. And hardly effortlessly slipping, more like clutch crunching capri noises between the bits.
And I’ve got to try and commit all the story to memory.
I’m not sleeping very well…