Grateful: Day 103 - Waaahhhh*

Sleeping blog again today. No internet, but here are the words.

Thank you for sweet, cold water this morning, for a dose of Corinna and her flowery hat and tales of Secret Cinema. She’s allowed to talk about it now. While she was rehearsing and performing, it was all hush hush. Nobody knew what the film was, and nobody was allowed to. I suppose it gets out, in the end, the more people go to see it, but that’s good lea

kage, not bad leakage.

I’ve just realised that if I don’t sort something out, I will leave the house on Monday night, and may not be able to go home (wherever home may be at that time) until 10^th February, bouncing from job to job. I’m trying to find it in me to feel peaceful about the news today that my flight on Monday 6^th is so early, from Stansted, that I may have to go and stay the night there.Thank you to Alex for bringing my Tempur mattress back in exchange for a few face casts and two full masks. What currency! It’s now lying rolled up in Ruth’s front room. I look forward to using it. It’s brilliant.

My Tax Return has been both soothing and panic-inducing. I can’t find a stash of documentation from my work at Hasbro. I suppose it was bound to happen, eh? I’ve been a nomad since May. I think it’s here, in this room. I think I have it. I certainly hope so. I’m not sure Hasbro will play ball. Whatever happens, it’s the last time this will be true.

I have a show that I very much want to do, but if I have to come from Uxbridge (really Gerrard’s Cross) to Bristol, Bristol to Worthing, Worthing to London for a quick show, then rush on up to Stansted to fly to Germany the next day and still be human for a German launch in the morning, I’m not sure I’ll still be sane. There’ll be nerves too, no doubt. There always are. I’m grateful that I’ll get to do a UK launch before that, but this is the first of the German ones. I’d be better to be fresh.

But back to today! How wonderful. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Dominique, for inviting me to cover your class for me. I had the most wonderful of times. What a delicious group, and what utter delight to be running classes. And at Oxford House! Last time I was in that room (B9, if you were wondering) we were running a workshop in Impro for Designers. And then we did a full weekend of trance mask with Steve Jarand.

The headfucks made an appearance, as did other things. My aims for the class were to get people to have a brilliant time failing, and to focus on giving their partners a wonderful ride – to really watch and listen. I had plans, of course, but we moved them around a bit. I love that as one game was finishing, I was staring at my book thinking ‘hmmm…. How shall we do scenes to make the most out of this?’.

I found out once there were two people up and ready to go, and the words started to come out, and the ideas made themselves as I was speaking. I am grateful for the deliverer of these words, for dropping them in my mouth so they could flow out and look like mine. More grateful than I can say.

I LOVE this work. I love it, and I am humbled by it. Who could ask for more?

* Refers to the fact that I only just realised, at 21.22 on Friday, that although I wrote this post last night, I entirely omitted to post it. Bum. x 2.