Days Without Alcohol - 70.
I woke up in Ireland, but went to bed in Scotland and tomorrow I shall return to England and yet I have seen very little on my travels.
The flight across the sea went without much incident and without anyone screaming every time we hit some turbulence. I was out of the airport and in a cab with almost indecent haste. In the end I think it was good that I had gone back for my passport, because a man had checked it on the way into Ireland yesterday, though no-one really looked at it today.
In a short jaunt round the block to get a sandwich for a late lunch I was recognised three times, by strangers who knew my name, which is quite unusual, though perhaps my profile in Scotland is a little higher due to my yearly sojourns in Edinburgh. Everyone was very pleasant, one man worrying I was lost, though I was just looking up the High Street to see if there was a Marks and Spencer's nearby - there was. Oh Glasgow, how you have changed. There was a time when there was no other shops apart from Greggs and the occasional tattoo parlour. Now the gentrified middle classes can get expensive fruit salads and foccacia whenever they so desire.
I was a phone guest on the Stephen Merchant 6 Music show and we had a fun chat about Lemsip Max and fighting in the street.
Then I made my way across to the Tron for the gig. Almost five years ago I had
the best pre-gig meal I had ever had at the Tron cafe (in fact it was one of the nicest and most memorable meals I have ever had) and today I had some chicken and pasta in the cafe, which whilst not quite as nice as the lamb of 2003 was still much better than nearly any food a venue has given me (I don't tend to have a meal on the rider anymore, which is a relief as it saves me from all those awful sandwiches).
It was another fun gig and I enjoyed playing around with the script and my delivery and utilizing the theatrical setting to push the boundaries on the more deconstructive bits a bit further than usual.
But nothing very special happened today. I am slightly regretting not having shaved for about week, as my beard and moustache are a bit too long and I have no shaving equipment with me. Worst of all is the little patch of hair that grows beneath my lower lip, which becomes very irritating once it is over a certain length. I suppose I could have bought a razor to rid myself of this very slight inconvenience, but I will be home tomorrow and able to trim it back. That is my most interesting thought today. It's the most interesting thing that has been happening to me. And it's just hair growing out of my face. Which happens every day.
I have treated myself to a first class train ticket home, so hopefully I might get some work done. Though my Mac is annoyingly acting all sluggish and occasionally freezes completely and forces itself to close and I am worried I will lose stuff. It turns out that the Mac is just as annoyingly rubbish as the PC, though at least it I can take it into the store to have someone look at it.
I wish it was just better though.
And I wish there was slightly less hair on my face.
Thank God I haven't just been given three wishes by a genie or I would really have wasted the first two.
Still one more left so I could still wish for infinity wishes, making my hastiness forgivable. I wish I was less hasty sometimes.
Damn.
