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Pushing It.


Today was long but productive, even if was filled predominantly with admin.

What pleased me most was I managed to do a little work on some material that, while brief, felt promising; at least I seem to be slowly and gently heading in the right direction with it. I’m trying to do just the right amount of tinkering with ideas without working for so long I become stale and frazzled with it, which suits my currently slightly battle-worn brain.

My main mission today was to try and settle an issue regarding medication that had been prescribed to me by the specialist I saw about my constant dizziness a few weeks ago, which ran out yesterday, but I couldn’t get a repeat because the write-up for my appointment hadn’t been forwarded to my GP yet and I had no clear record of what had taken place. While all parties concerned were extremely helpful it still took two phone calls to the hospital where I had my appointment, two calls to 111 to seek authorization for an emergency supply of tablets, two trips to the pharmacist and one to my GP; I came out from all of this more dizzy then when I started, which wasn't my intention.

On top of this, I sent supporting copy for each of our Hitchin Mostly Comedy Festival dates to the Hitchin Festival Box Office, spoke to a leaflet distributer about booking a door-to-door flyer delivery to promote our St Albans dates, spoke to Bobby Davro twice on the phone (as you do) to try and book him as a replacement act for one of those dates - and visited the Sun to discuss potentially moving a show to a different date due to a change in an act's availability. There was probably other stuff I did too, but off the top of my head, I can’t remember it. At least I came out the other side with the majority of this donkey-work sorted, with a little material for Edinburgh to show for it too.
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