Now then. I like that phrase. I'd like it more if Bruce Forsyth (or someone equally curdly) didn't use it. Even so. Today was a stash. Not a fuck-shit stack. I've had that song in my head since Rob sent it through the other day. http://vimeo.com/10107253. It makes me think of Dave Waller, a bit, and more still of King Nick 'Noop' Blagmaster, who is truly something, a prawn and a ninja.
Oh, today has run out already, and my consciousness is fast following. Today's gifts included Jerry's general antics behind his bit of the set; a lovely exchange with Beectoreea Sandisom; two prospective offers of work, one I can't do and one I can; a chat with the best Jack ever, Jack Rebaldi; a string of texts leading to a pleasing thing to do tomorrow night, with a pandora's box-y kind of person; games on Primrose Hill with some lovely people; a free coke in a bar from the smiling barman when I tried to insist on buying a drink to justify my wee in their toilets; some new faces - three beautiful mothers (two French, one Spanish) and a skinny, hairy man with a plaited beard and plans for a festival who might need space, improvisers and people to get other people to play. Oh, yes.
Spanish mama was full of wine and positivity. She kept saying 'open your eyes... you see? open your eyes!' and 'what does it matter if they are younger?' in spooky ways. She lit up whenever she spoke. She was positive energy on tap. The other two, the French mamans were hilarious, happy, playful.
I rolled down a hill until I felt sick (didn't take long). I beat every one of those people with a length of foam piping and allowed myself willingly to be beaten. I gave a glow-the-dark frisbee to a stranger. I laughed. I had a really effective stage fight outside a pub with Loose. She took to it like a duck and we played, punched, kicked and slapped. Some people outside too seemed to be enjoying it.
I'm effectively asleep now, almost. Thank you for such a fruitful, playful day. Yes.
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