Hotel breakfasts are great. I don’t particularly eat a lot of breakfast when I’m at home, but when other people are nice enough to pay for breakfast, I feel it’s my duty to at least give it my beast shot at eating it. Usually, when we’re on theatre time, My sleeping pattern is usually 3am-1pm (approx), which is great, except hotel breakfast is usually 6am-10am. So I was taught the roadie breakfast, which involves getting up around 9, having breakfast, then going straight back to bed again.
Anyway, breakfast this morning was a choice of ham and eggs, steak and eggs, and preserved fruit. I went the steak and eggs, which went great with the steak and chips I had for dinner last night. Oh well, beggars can’t be choosers.
The boys took some local kids for a workshop today, I tagged along to see how it would end up. After learning how to do a breakdancing ‘freeze’, I’m sufficiently proud of my ability to dance, or not.
Did I mention how the total lack of mobile coverage is totally annoying? It is. It was totally evident today when old mate got asked to come out and talk to the police outside our motel. It wasn’t because he’d ran buck naked through the town, although we’d considered it, it was actually because his house had burned down. Was in the news and everything, not that we’d know. Made for a delightful evening performance.
The pub fixes all, including allowing me to use the internet. 80 emails, 25 of which are actual emails, 55 of which are telling me how to improve my penis size. I don’t know about anyone reading this, but my penis size is large enough to carry me through. And a bigger one wouldn’t improve my life. What would improve my life is that we get onto doing more work in places that have a decent internet connection. Ah well, soon I’ll be chilling, literally, in an air-conditioned theatre. Speaking of which, I’m doing the spec for that at the moment, and it should sound sweet, given that I’m getting an M7CL, and some great M1225 Wedges from EONA ADRaudio.
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