4880/17800
Back to reality and very much looking forward to seeing my girls, but after getting to bed at 2am I wasn’t up til 10 and they were on their way out to swimming (and Phoebe was asleep), so I had to wait a little longer to cuddle my daughter. Unsurprisingly I was a bit blasted throughout the day. I have one day off and then another run of 5 gigs, so this is one of the busiest parts of the tour. (Wycombe, St Albans, Folkestone, Bristol and Cheddar this week - Bristol is very nearly sold out, but there are tickets for all the others). I went for a run to pick up a missed parcel, but although I started energetically I only managed five minutes before I had to walk. My fitness has slipped, but I am also pretty exhausted.
Once I got home I tried to work on turning my old routine about arguing over the size of my penis with a one-night stand into a short film for AIOTM. I am going to be writing loads of new stuff, but I also want the series to show case some of my best (or more interesting) ideas and I thought this might be quite a filmic idea. It might not make it into the show, but I am planning to write loads and then work it out from there.
Then my family arrived home and so I got to play with my daughter who is able to totter around like a good un now, and though still a little bit ill and tetchy, is a lot of fun. She’s not a baby any more and it’s quite a shift to see her on her feet. I think she might have grown a bit in those five days too. We had some family over so she got squeezed and chased and then I looked after her and put her to bed. I wasn’t sure she’d noticed I was gone, or that I was back, but she gave me a lovely hug when she got off the potty this afternoon (there is no decorum about any human function and I like that). She hadn’t wanted to make a big deal of it before, or maybe was annoyed with me for not having been there, but finally I got a little admission that she likes me a little bit. And when she was meant to be going to sleep she was standing in her cot and pulling faces at me and laughing and I laughed too. We’e a terrible influence on each other. It’s like I’ve split into two like a Fantasia broomstick, but instead of cleaning up spillages we’re going to create mayhem.
But Phoebe fell asleep and so did I for a little while, on the bed in her room. I woke up in time for a late dinner and we managed to watch an episode of “Fear The Walking Dead” (and I won’t be satisfied until a series has been made about every single person in the world who is affected by the zombie apocalypse). I was taking the night shift too, so hoped Phoebe might be as exhausted than me. As it turned out I woke up about 45 minutes before she did.
Retro RHLSTP with Alexei Sayle now viewable on these fine platforms
youtube
vimeo
itunes
This week's Metro article is about how I've been playing a very easy version of Through the Keyhole over the last few months (in reality, it turns out, celebrities plaster their houses with images of themselves) .
