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For the last two months, every single day, I've had literally thousands of emails and letters and carrier pigeons arriving with messages asking when the next stone clear is. It's a mark of how busy I have been that I haven't had time to record a clear (obviously I've still been doing them seven times a day),
but here's chapter 157.
There is now a deadline to completing my task as we'll be moving a few miles away from the Stocean in the summer, but I am confident I can get all the stones off in time and find me a new field to clear.
It was the first Thursday that I could have done a Twitch of Fun for a good while too, but I knew I was too wiped out for that. I am having to accept the fact that I am in my mid-50s and that the days of doing a tour whilst writing a book and recording three podcasts a day might be behind me. I was very much zonked out today and capable of very little and I capped the day off by waking up a couple of hours after going to bed and being sick for about an hour (on and off). I felt a lot better after getting it all out, so it was probably something I ate. It feels like a while since I last vomited but I am sure I'll have written about it here if you're keen to find out. This was no Ipswich, luckily, but still not very pleasant unsurprisingly. But it might just be my body saying that I need to slow the fuck down.
I thought I had slowed the fuck down to be fair. I haven't attempted to write anything other than stand up and this blog for well over a year now. It makes me feel a bit sad that I can't fit it in or don't have the inclination any more and that my writing work in general hasn't had the credit that it perhaps deserve. But everything else in life is going well and being a writer was always the part of this that was isolating and all encompassing and thankless for the most part. I loved it (usually when it was over) but it often drove me to distraction or made me depressed and the rejection of the work was very hard to take. And I am possibly in the top 5% of successful writers, having at least had some of my work published or produced. Now that's a depressing thought.
I hope to find some time this year to have a go at writing something, but don't hold your breath, either for me to do it, or that whatever I do sees the light of day. We still have plans to make a movie with RHLSTP funds (though tour costs have meant that will have to wait til 2025 at least).
Tickets are on sale for the new run of RHLSTP gigs at the Leicester Sq Theatre (Monday nights will be two guests as usual (I mean one obviously) though we're trying out a couple of Tuesdays with one guest and a longer slot (so just like Monday then) and so will be aiming for big names throughout, but especially Tuesdays.
Remember if you book early you get cheaper tickets. That might be enough work to get me through the year.
