Bank holidays really mess me up. I spend Tuesday convinced it's Monday yet by Thursday it feels like Friday. Go figure. I awoke this morning initially confused by my dream of an old man bathing in a 5ft deep, tiny, round puddle, before pondering what day this could possibly be. "Saturday? It must be Saturday, I'm gonna sleep some more" came first. "Wait! Is it Monday?" followed. "And who was that old man in the puddle?" Time for work.
This week has been busier than usual. No great drama's or disasters, just lots of small challenges which could, in time, eventually make big differences. I spent a couple of days in London doing meetings, hanging out with BSM bands past, present and future and watching Shapes, Blakfish and Talons destroy the Old Blue Last. It's surprising how tiring these days can become and with my body clock already confused, waking up on a sofabed in London only makes things worse.
Tomorrow's shaping up for another long day in London as Alcopop Records host their first Rota gig at the Notting Hill Arts Club (four bands, free entry, doors at 4pm) followed by everyone's friend Andrew WK playing a secret show back at the Old Blue Last on what just happens to be his birthday. 150 people and 'I Get Wet' from start to finish. It's the stuff dreams are made of. Interesting fact: The clubnight he's playing at, 'What's My Age Again?' is partly run by a guy called Joe who used to play in a BSM band called The Next Autumn Soundtrack, way back in 2003. Ooh.
Before the partying begins, however, today brings many joys in the form of accounts, contracts and mailorders. Let the good times roll