I can't even begin to think about writing anything remotely useful after the weekend. Shattered. A single day show can take the wind right out of your sails but work aside, there was also some fun to be had in the cracks. First of all, I had lunch with my buddy Mr Scott Cole (well, we sat in an area where other people where eating lunch and that's as good as it gets sometimes) and discussed things that should happen in the future if we can keep our eyes on a bouncing ball. Which is also as good as it gets sometimes. I'd have been happy to sit around and talk about cardboard boxes with jam inside them to be honest. It's always good to catch up with friends in the flesh. To mark the occasion, a self - courtesy Mr Cole. (Note to selves: Get some sleep).
Sometime later that same afternoon, we hooked up with my slightly newer friend Mr Wayne Simmons as arranged (it doesn't always work out like that) and found a quiet corner in which to make a nest and rustle up something of a podcast. It went on a little long - we know this for sure because the video camera we were using ran its battery out and then it got too dark for Scott to take any photographs - eventually, we were left sitting alone in the dark so figured we had best call it a day, but there was at least another six hours left in us. Content-wise, we talk tattoos and the four shows we have a year (natch), the tattooing scene (also natch) and then brought in some horror books/movie commentary (generally speaking and our own projects), shot the breeze about writing, editing and anything else that we came to mind. To be fair to Wayne here - he had a plan and came armed with a notebook. I think it was me that wandered off on the tangents. I think it's because I don't see many people on a day to day basis.
Here's what it looked like - colour commentary by me:
When all of this will be available to listen to/watch, I have no idea - certainly not today or tomorrow so don't hold your breath... but soon. Definitely soon.
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Later still, I sat down with Mr Paul Sweeney (who apologises for the state of his site in advance and has promised to fix it real soon) to discuss some future plans we have talking about for ages. Maybe it's simply that January is here and everybody is keen to get along, but things are starting to come together all over the place. The plans concerning Mr Sweeney are good fun too. They involve funny people, a possible exhibition and some cross-pollination amongst friends. Hey - everybody else is at it. That seems to be the way to make things work around here. More on that much later (like weeks not days) as I need to organise some stuff at my side of things. I also found out that Paul's girlfriend, Hannah, is the agent for Emilia Clarke (Khaleesi in Game of Thrones) - after that my attention kind of wandered off.
Sorry chief. Girl who is mother to dragons beats anything we might have had cooking on the stove.
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Even later than that, I finally caught up with my long time buddy JJ who made it for a coffee and we talked about expanding on something that has something to do with 100 rock stars. I need to get this stuff uber-straight in my head before I attack it but it's always cool to have the foundations of a plan in place. More on this much later.
That's the top end of the interesting stuff - the rest of the weekends happenings will appear elsewhere in their own good time. Right now however, I have a teetering pile of emails to reply to, more words to string together than I know where to begin and I'm struggling to keep my eyes open. For once, I think I'm going to give in and hit the sack before midnight.
Just once though...
