Im filled with a melancholic disquiet that I cant shake off. A general dissatisfaction with, well, everything really.
Holiday was mostly great, interspersed with some terrible, horrible bits that I cant even�..ugh.
Lots of photos were taken, mostly selfies in the hand of Jooj:
But also the occasional really nice portrait by L (of Treacle):
Or a strategically cropped one of me (which cuts out the bit with my fat arse on it)
L wants to go back next year for a month and gig in some of the bars around San Stefanos, which would be eminently do-able: our gig rig would easily fit in the car and we already know several bars and clubs that would have us play there, so we could drive as far as the heel of Italy in around 3 days (its 1500 miles) and then it�s an overnight ferry to Corfu Town. Im refusing to consider it at the moment as I know L�s modus operandi � complete over-the-top enthusiasm for about three weeks, then a sharp tail-off to an extended period of apathy and somehow making it my fault that we haven�t done something. He�s told all our friends that we�re DEFINITELY going to do it, which should pretty much guarantee that we DEFINITELY aren�t.
Some of the people who already play there aren�t necessarily of the highest quality, as you can see from this little gem:
I don�t know whether he actually sounds or looks like Tom Jones because I didn�t hang around to hear him sing The Green Green GROSS Of Home or Daughter of DURKNESS but ffs sake get your posters sorted out BEFORE you book yourself a season, huh? It doesn�t bode well for your act if you haven�t proof-read your damn publicity.
We guested a couple of times
for a guy we got talking to; borrowed a guitar and just got up and did our thang. This is how we know we could earn money out there next year as all the punters and the bar owners were all asking where we were gigging next. We weren�t even /trying/ really, just bumbling through a few numbers after a day of sunbathing and a few cocktails
(filmed on a phone so not the best quality � aww, fuck it, what do I care?)
Still, it�s a pretty place, huh?
Although, Jooj was the only one who wanted to sit at the bottom of this cliff
Presumably because she hadn�t seen this picture
Which I lifted from THIS news story
Speaking of Jooj, she passed her A Levels with flying colours (well, with 2 As and an A*, so that�s pretty flying coloursy, aint it?) and is now piss arsing about getting on my nerves having a Gap Year, in which she is supposed to find gainful employment or some sort of relevant work experience before disappearing off to some seat of academia next year. I don�t know if she will be able to go back to the Downton Abbey set like she did last year so we�re (I�m!) looking around for other things for her to do. If anyone knows anyone in film/TV/production who needs an intern for a short or long period, please let me know � she�s housetrained and useful and clever and funny and deserves to�.oh, I don�t know�..deserves to BE, I guess.
*sigh*
I need some joy in my life, Diaryland. Some joy and some will to keep on keeping on.
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