Day 596: Catching

Important Dental Music

My dentist plays Classic FM in his surgery, while he's drilling the shit out of my mouth. Yesterday, we had a rousing Elgar cello concerto (which I love), followed by the Carmina Burana, for fuck's sake. While drilling. It smacks a bit of Sleeping with the Enemy. I expected to turn round and see all the utensils - no, what's the word... the spiky, poky, hurty things that he sticks in my mouth... anyway, them - all lined up perfectly, and an evil glint in his eye. It really made me laugh, that music. It makes me feel less pathetic being as nervous as I am there (and I am both).

Waltzers

Brilliant not-so-brilliant rehearsal with Veal today. Catching patterns like there's no tomorrow, and then dropping some of them. We had many moments of proper laughing in the warm-up, and a few in the scenes that made up the meat of the rehearsal. What I loved is that we kept on, despite things not gelling as we'd like them to. We kept on and we did our thing, and it was well worth it. So good working with that man! 

Not very merry go round

And get this: we did storytelling 8 beats behind. That's supposed to be impossible. Only we did it. We may not have changed the world. Yet. But we've taken steps we didn't know we could. And then we went back and did normal Columbian Headfuck (thanks, Patti Stiles, for that little gift - it has given me many hours of delight) and we were unbelievably shit at that. It's a roundabout. Or a merrygoround. Or a waltzer. 

Loving the C4CC (Centre for Creative Collaboration) in Kings Cross, and London Fusion. Entrepreneurs and small businesses in London, check it out. It might blow your mind like it's blowing mine. And we're only just beginning...