I have to be up in 4 hours.
Yes. 4 hours.
To go to Portishead.
To film.
I haven't learnt my lines yet*.
(I've been too busy writing jokes about Putin for Chris Coltrane's gig LOLITICS*).
Must. Sleep.
Otherwise I will look like death on camera.
Joys of working in the arts... for free.
What makes this whole experience of no sleep & work more depressing is the fact I have to then go and watch FULHAM play in the evening at Craven Cottage ***.
Right.
TO BED>
* I pretty much have but I am panicking becuase I keep on mispronouncing VINYL 'Vinnel'
** Gig went bloody brilliantly. Who knew a joke comparing David & Ed Miliband to Romulus & Remus get an applause.
*** The things we do for love eh?