I’ve been married
for three years today; what are you going to do about it, eh?
We’ve marked the anniversary by staying in the same hotel we visited for our second one
that’s practically in the same postcode to where we live, which made me feel
very suspicious when I arrived alone this afternoon. It felt like I was here
for some kind of extra-marital liaison, particularly as I turned up in a taxi
with my luggage in a plastic bag - classy - and had to give my wife’s
name instead of my own, as the room was booked by her, which somehow
compounded the sense of subterfuge; I may as well have said it was reserved under John Smith.
As I got here a
couple of hours earlier, I took the opportunity to quickly run my show as it
stands, as I haven’t had time to do it for the last few days and I didn’t want
Sunday’s gig in Cambridge to be too much of a shock. It went well, but was a
little rushed, which gave me a slight feeling of panic, when I haven’t got long
left to finish it. I know I’m close to being ready, but it can still feel overwhelming if I let it. All I need is a little gentle encouragement
that I’m in the right ballpark, which is hard to get when I either do a run by
myself or in front of an audience with nothing in-between.
I’ve resigned
myself to not worrying about it too much tonight, as today should really be a
day off. At least I’ve got a string of previews ahead in which to hone things;
next time, I’m definitely finding a proper director, as it’s very hard to do it without an outside eye.