Day Fourteen
Today has been a very quiet day. It has consisted of three hours of Flyering out on the mile, which has been, as ever, ruthlessly methodical. I can now spot a telegraph reader at thirty paces. Writing this now I realise that I have failed to mention one person who really deserves a note or two.
When I’ve been flyering I’ve always used the same spot. Just behind one of the Virgin Money stages just infront of Games Workshop. At the same time and place, a short woman has also been flyering some sort of mind reading show. She has been a paid flyerer and we have eeked out the boredom together, making fun of the acapella groups who take to the stage on the mile and buoying each other through an otherwise tedious task. Wahts strange is the I don’t know her name. We were just two people in the same place at the same time. I only realised this after wasn’t going to see her again so I can’t facebook her. Even so I think this reflects the fringe spirit quite well: Two people entertaining and supporting each other to get through a dull chore; Be it flyering or life in general.
After flyering I did front of house for Pistols. As expected for the weekend It was packed. It helps that the act immediately after the show wone best newcomer so lots of people are hanging around the venue. There really is nothing like sharing a bill with the big leagues to boost sales. I sat through Pistols which has only gotten stronger.
Immediately afterwards James had to dash off, He was guesting in an improv show across town as a monologist. I went with him to see what the group was like. I’m not gong to name the show but it was without doubt the worst improv I have ever seen. NOTHING happened, absolutely nothing. I repeat it a third time, nothing. There were no convincing characters, no atmosphere; at one point they did a scene about how bored they were.
I left the show and made my way to Sainsburys with Anushka, one of my flatmates. I wanted a quiet night in with a jacket potato. I dashed around and picked up a bottle of cider and some chocolate too (what is life without whimsy?). I got to the self checkout machines scanned all the items and put my card in. I typed in my PIN and my card was declined. I tried this two more times. Suffice to say I was nervous. I went round the corner to an atm to find that I was over 600 pounds overdrawn on my bank account. Suffice to say I was not happy. I printed of a ministatement to see that my rent had come out early and my wages apparently not paid.
I was panicking. I rushed back to the flat to find my laptop. I logged onto online banking to find out what was wrong. I briefly remember worrying about whether I had miscapitalised part of my password. I hadn’t but it seemed relevant to share that information. I found that my wages had been paid, but paid into my savings, not my current account. I transferred the money and crisis was averted.
I spent the evening asp reviously planned chilling at the flat. I didn’t want ot see a show after all of that drama. I played a few games on my laptop, which were commentated over by one of my flatmates. It was a bizzare experiment and in the process I think I helped him discover his one man show next year. Later on I went back out and brought my potato, safe in the knowledge I could afford it. I also brought cider and Ben and Jerrys Ice Cream; after all it had been a very traumatic experience.












