Stalag Ice Age has me within its barbed wire and security camera monitored precincts. Chagford seems a long way off. Despite the high speed trains from Brussels to London passing regularly outside.
Amongst my touring highs… where I have dined on lobster with a Slovakian princess in Vienna, had Thai with her royal highness at her palace in Bangkok, sipped champagne with A listers at the Cafe de Paris and drunk an icey beer in the namib desert while waiting for the fresh-killed goat to roast… there must also be lows. Tonight was one.
Needs must… a week on the road already and there’s only one working machine to deal with seventy plus sets of grubby workwear, so I take advantage of this night of revels to watch my smalls rotate.
Age is never kind.
I took these shoes out of my wardrobe, as I wanted something comfy to slip into when I get out of the mammoth on the ice. I remembered them as being just right… but the years have not been kind, and on first wearing, the rubber soles began to disintegrate and came away from the leather uppers.
There are days when my skin seem separate from my soul.
This time I took Alice.
One of the most wonderful gifts a friend can give you, is their enthusiasm for the things you love.
As has been pointed out, it’s my own damn fault… I’m the one who’s been saying that we need to physically commit to manifesting strong characters.
Well here’s a manifestation of what happens when you do.
It’s about choice
They were all brewed on the premises.
They were all fantastic.
I chose them all.
Lots to do, page #1
The world goes on beyond these walls, but my focus is kept within them… and while the actual walls will change, be a thousand miles from here, will have seasons pass outside them… within my bound space there will be endless repeating and repeating.
€3 if were metric, but it’s not
Frustration comes when the basis by which we measure is not common.
Time, temperature, distance, sensibility.
A few days to do a months work… and that’s if the materials can be sourced.
A day to get to this, so that we can apply a simple weld
I’m back in Utrecht… heading for a Russian Christmas.
Back on Ice Age… repairing, rehearsing, re-acting.
Frozen out of Britain again… economic migrant.
We built the (set complete with cockroaches), developed the scenario… I lie between Nick’s legs and perform fruit, recorded Nick talking about how great bugs are (it’s when he’s at his best), laughed a lot (bodes well for the future) and celebrated with cake.
With thanks to:
Nick Baker… as himself (very challenging)
Ceri Baker… producing (with a bug of her own)
Lillian Todd-Jones… researching, ADing & mango wranglering
Sheila Mead… ensuring that we moved forward and bringing cake
Anna Louise Mead… thrown in at the deep end
And especially to Chris Vile… who made us beautiful
Alone in his room… save for everyone watching
All on Nick
Professionals at work