Today was one of
those ‘chasing your tails’ days, where I kept jumping from one thing to the next.
It started with
me meeting Glyn for breakfast, ostensibly to discuss work, but really to catch up more than anything. January's always the worst time of year for us to get
together as he concentrates primarily on company-managing the Adult Panto
tour, which has more dates this year than ever; it’s due to this that
he’ll miss the first Mostly Comedy of 2018 next week.
After that, I
headed to the office to chase up a few potential line-ups for the forthcoming
season and to order the artwork for my show in Leicester next month,
which I edited last night. Once again, I find myself spending more time on
admin than anything; I’d hoped to rehearse today, but everything
else conspired to get in the way; hopefully tomorrow will be different.
The main job I'd
wanted to squeeze into today was getting a few posters and flyers for Phill
Jupitus’ tour show (which comes to Mostly Comedy at The Sun on Good Friday)
around town. While the gig's already sold out, I still want it to have
a presence. Sadly, not
everybody seems to understand this; yesterday I dropped some of the posters off
at the venue, but unfortunately the member of staff at the desk wasn't particularly au
fait with how these things work.
“You want me to
put these up when it’s sold out?” she said, laughing like I’d lost my mind (though I don't know why you'd find that funny).
“Well, I thought
you might want people to know he’s on here,” I replied, impatiently; after
all, if a show sells out at the Gordon Craig, they don’t remove all trace of it
from the venue; that’s not how these things work.
Unfortunately,
the time I had to put posters out today was tight, as I had to factor in
visiting my dad in hospital this afternoon, and picking up a few things for him
before I got there. I ended up cutting the flyering short anyway when I
bumped into my friend Glen, who’s planning to take his first solo show to
Edinburgh this year. I had intended on just saying hello, but we ended up having
a long chat about the Fringe and how we might potentially be able to pool our
resources this year if we’re both going up, which would be good if we do.
After leaving
Glen, I nipped back to the office to pick up my stuff before catching the bus to visit my dad in hospital. With any luck he’ll be coming out by
the end of the week, which will be good for his morale, as there’s only so much
of being stuck there that anyone can stand; it's bad enough when you're not even the patient.