35. 6th February 2025. So you say you want a revolution

 Yesterday exploded a little, which is wonderful. 

It looks like we have a theatre for MIH in August, covering Beatles week. Drop Edinburgh, launch in Liverpool, control the experience.

A path forward looks open. The email conversation became a three way thing, lasting up until 9pm last night. At a scratch night/mixer in LA Productions' Kirkdale office, sorting out the dates and the theatre. As nights go, pretty excellent. Met Cheryl Mackie who's written the six scenes we saw, all part of a sitcom pilot, they pull together well, you can see the characters and the flow, good dialogue. She's an actress, she understands what works. 

Arranged for coffee with Alycia who organised the night, she wants to pick my brains on a one woman show she's written. 

Talking with Dave Kirby about the idea that people have helped us out on the way up (it's now kind of accepted that I have a reputation, so I'm coming round to the idea myself), people have seen GDPG and say lovely things about it. People last night had seen TTW and said lovely things about it, one of the actresses who was in the first reading of Silver Meadows was there, saying what a lovely piece that was - I could only express the ongoing regret that I can't get anyone to do anything with it, and that Vinny's put out six albums since then. It sits in my back pocket for the right moment. And you have no idea when the right moment is. 

Pain in my jaw is getting no less annoying. It's come and gone previously, just waiting for it to go this time round. In the meantime? Aching every time I open my mouth to eat is fun. 

A minor gripe. 

Reading reviews in this month's Uncut - Throwing Muses have a new album out - 40 years on from their debut, The Wombats have their sixth album out. Time moves faster now, careers last longer and can live under the radar while still being to some extent viable. Good for everyone involved. Weird that almost everybody you can think of now has longer careers than The Beatles. Eight years of releases then gone, wouldn't even cover a trilogy now. 

This new Panda Bear album? It's okay, nothing earth shattering. Pleasant. That can be enough can't it?

Finished reading Willy Russell's One For The Road this morning. Perfect timing as I'm about to start writing Derby Days, proof that you can bury themes on the surface of a knockabout comedy. I'd worried that DD might appear shallow to other stuff but it's my job to make sure it doesn't. (Not sure if I can write shallow - depth will creep in somewhere. Or I'll find it later and insist it was always there. That's half the job ;) )