i've been driving for what seems like four days.
in fact, it is precisely that... four days of erm, driving up and down the country doing gigs of varying quality.
this is my last week as a full-time stand up before embarking upon a new career in er, advertising - one which ended four months ago, and is starting again mainly due to shortage of funds, and to learn my body that 1 in the afternoon is not a suitable time to get up.
the next few weeks are going to be testing.
my week started on sunday afternoon, with a long drive to paignton, devon (nr. torquay). having booked this gig whilst at the edinburgh festival thinking "oh, its only a couple of hours drive down the road", feeling slightly shattered and frustrated 5 and a half hours later when i arrive at the venue... late, had to go straight on stage to do my 10-15 minutes of aimiable northerness, get paid, then embark up on a 5 hour drive back to london, i suddenly feel slightly silly.
still, it was a good gig - i've never been so unprepared, but it felt really good. however, 10 hours driving is not good so i can safely say, it wasn't really worth the effort... well, it was but i won't do such a journey again.
i also got a parking ticket - a first for me. i've never even seen one before, indeed opening it up it doesnt make
any sense whatsoever, safe for the fact that i have to pay fifty quid or i face being castrated by ken livingston - or perhaps he employs a specialist to do such menial tasks.
i woke up at 8 on monday morning (after getting back into london about 2ish), and decide to drive straight to manchester for a couple of competition gigs, both of which were awful, one for all the wrong reasons, one for all the right reasons - i'm not even go into the finer details - the one good thing is that i got to see a whole bunch of people i aint seen for ages... lovely.
wednesday (yesterday), i drove back from manchester in the morning and from london to leicester and back in the evening (yes, i know i am a foolish fool). i drove juliet myers there and back, which made the journey a little easier, even if she is the worst person in the world with directions, the number of times we got lost ran into double figures - i've no idea how I got home... so bloody tired... story of my life.
and after 1,200 miles of travelling for four gigs at different ends of the country, all i can think about is rest and relaxation.... i had no food in the flat at all today so went out to do some food shopping, and bought lots of lovely things... however, i've completely forgotten to buy some butter.
i've realised that butter is important...
i want a sandwich...
i can't make one.
i'm still tired.