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A packed weekend of baby care and podcasting left me a shell of a man and today passed in a blur. I fell asleep at about 5pm, but was woken by a phone call, which just made everything more blurred and confused. Luckily Phoebe was being cared for by her grandparents, so was in no danger from her snoozy old dad. I often used to be exhausted the day after a RHLSTP record even before the baby came along. It's a challenge to chat without a script for about three hours and requires a lot of concentration and emotional energy. Don't get me wrong though, it's probably the easiest thing that I do, mainly because it's usually so enjoyable and I know there are much more stressful jobs out there. But luckily I am not an air traffic controller, because an afternoon of extreme focus, plus a couple of nights of disturbed sleep, leave me like a member of Cliff Richard's audience.
It's annoying because this was a golden opportunity to get started on my sitcom, though typically I got nothing done in the day and then lay in bed during the night, being kept awake by ideas for it. Which will in turn make me too tired to work on it tomorrow (in any case Tuesday will be taken up with several bitty jobs), but whatever. I needed a day off. It's just a shame I didn't spend it all sleeping.
I went round to my friend Rebecca's flat to say goodbye as she's selling up and leaving the Bush (she actually left ages ago, but has sold the flat that she was renting out). She had helped me look around Shepherd's Bush properties back in 2002 (and I'd nearly ended up moving in nearly opposite her), so it feels like another slightly centred bookend to my life here that she is selling up as I attempt to do the same thing. I think she must have been pregnant when I dragged her round a few properties as her son is now 12 years old, so babies bookend the Bush (as they so often do) as well. It was strange enough going into her flat seeing everything being packed away, so I don't know how I'll feel if and when we leave.
We might be here for months yet though, if not longer. Just feels like change is in the air. I don't think I will be sad to go, it's just weird. Maybe it's weird that a dozen years have gone by and I am nearly 50 suddenly. What the fuck? That can't be right.
The Me1 vs Me2 kickstarter has topped £30,000. I am not saying that I regret making the total ridiculously high and of course at least half of that money comes from people who have no intention of paying me… but maybe I should have done a serious one. Nonsense. I still believe all the Mes can do this. If you believe it then it will happen. That is the rule. And there's still 22 days to raise £45,000 a day. It's got to happen. So it will.
If you're in London this weekend then don't miss this great opportunity to see Go Faster Stripe recording multiple shows at the Bloomsbury. Chris Evans (not that one) is also promising a free DVD from his extensive back catalogue to everyone who comes. Please support this brilliant company, dedicated to recording the work of the UK's best, more obscure acts, just for the love of it usually.
