Have a looksie....
The clubnight seems to be rolling along quite nicely- we got quite a bit of press this week, and last night I spied a host of undercover journalists whispering surreptitiously into mini-microphones while gripping Beckys wedding cake in the other hand. AND having been asked to play at a venue in France, I might actually get a trip abroad from role of official Wedding Photographer!!
I dragged myself out of bed Sunday morning and went to meet the lovely Matt for breakfast, poached eggs and cappuccino, nice! I always get such a wonderful feeling the morning after a hard nights work... you've earnt a little money, and are briefly excused from responsibility and guilt (i'm quite the catholic in this regard I'm starting to believe)
This wonderful feeling didnt last however, as I had to run home and work- me and Ste poured our hearts and souls into two treatments due at nine this morning...queue maniacal laughter/tears at 5.30 this morning as we were still hours from finishing.
It's such a funny thing when you work through a night unwillingly- first comes defiance, then anger, then denial, and finally acceptance. And once you accept it, even as horribly unnatural as it might first appear to feel, it's actually quite nice. Like an altered state of being. Dizzy and delirious, it can be strangely enjoyable. Also who would have thought that Last Fm would make me appreciate Cher so much? Heres a screen grab of the MPHO pitch- " A Warholian Pop-Art tour-de-force with a classic British twist..."
I can't face more rejection! It's too hard!
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