Not so useful a day in the end. Meeting postponed then finally cancelled/vanished due to some nebulous family trouble. Life In 2050 was maybe twelve pieces, mostly obscured by hipsters and way too many staff members (to the point where you had to ask them to move to see the art) in a tiny venue (though Tom Muller’s piece was fantastic). Arrived early at The Social for the Tapebox gig, hoping to catch a bit of what was happening there, to discover that nothing was happening there except a DJ playing Black Lace-esque 80s summer novelty pop. Went on to Koko at invitation of Amanda and Neil, to essentially be told to fuck off by security. Came home. And now there’s an episode of FREAKANGELS to be written. I have a very large mug of very strong coffee with good whisky in it, I have a fine playlist on the speakers, and I have a fun piece of story to write.
How you know you’re a writer? When sitting down to write at midnight is the good part of the day.