#130. Enormous Androids Don't Sculpt No Good

The bar-b-q went well, I thought. Everyone found the place, were well fed and beered, the weather was good and no-one got (too) sick. I reckon, it was kinda a rehearsal to Leeds. I.e. sitting on the grass, drinking beer in the sun, eating slightly worriable burgers, listening to music, the odd bit o' wrestling, pissing in the bushes and generally talking a pile of shite. Ste took the rehearsal especially seriously, what with having had a beer for breakfast. The barbie was then followed by a mild drinking-chess-guitar session. Which was nice.

I haven't slept at home in about almost a week, despite being home a number of times to pick up some clean clothes, savlon and vitamins.

Today, I am mostly tired. Yesterday evening we had our first read-through of our latest project; 'Samuel Beckett's the A-Team (a Cybersymbiotic Something Something)'. This went well, I thought. It took a bit of getting into character, but after the first scene or so, things started flowing (except Face's crap Scottish accent). A few more read-throughs and some actual line learning will help.

Inevitably we ended up in Fibbers, due to the largely undocumented but remarkably reliable triangle-rule theory. It was worth it, as I had a good night. I think everybody seemed to be on form and so the craic was mighty. Partly because we spent half the night taking the piss out of Ste and his mighty crack.

I reckon I was tired last night too; or at least suffering from sleep deprivation. I had this vivid hallucination about the perfect pub. A pub with cheap beer, serving wenches, no other clientele and best of all ... lazy boy Joey chairs!! One word: fantastic.

And I believe at one stage I vowed that today I would create the world's first Pez fan site, but I really couldn't be elbowed.