Intensive rehearsals are beckoning me as I type this; tomorrow I go on the train to join Mark in Nottingham and what I hope will be a creative haemorrhage. No blood and guts, just good art.
Not only are we devising the piece on the hoof but also rehearsing as we go along, luckily the extra days we crammed in means we have a framework and some scenes fleshed out already. Can't wait to get cracking!
Yesterday I got very excited (has it really come to this?) as I purchased my rucksack and sleeping bag; I have also invested in a large volume of paracetamol, ibuprofen and knee supports. If I make it out of this alive you all get to buy me a beer.
Today is my dad’s birthday and also the 5 year 11 month anniversary of Marie and me, which means it is a good day.
I like good days.