sunday, sunday

woke up early, abbey and me playing in the yard in the freezing cold for what seemed liked days ( an hour). back in the house serenaded by the lilting snores of mr bender, who didn't make it out of our house last night. By the tenor of the snores i think he was dreaming of He and beth's descent into drunken mario Kart oblivion, as some of the snores seemed to hit turbo chargers, and some seemed to take very rapid right turns. He awoke, well he rose again, refusing food for the caffeine mainline that could bring him back to full humanity. Once compus he trotted home. Beth and I then wolfed bacon sandwiches (thurns double smoked back, the best in the city) and then set to doing nothing as well as we could.Went to rehearsal with Yury at 4pm. todays rehearsal not bad, it was the one were you get the bile out, the jokes that will offend just about everybody. This is a necessary step as if you don't get them out, you tend to do them in front of paying customers. All comics do this. we have to purge ourselves to the point where what we are saying is at least palatable. Got very tired. If any of the pale Imitations thought I was passing out by the end of rehearsal, i was. Back to the house. yury and Beth back into Mario world. me tired, crabby, a total arsehole. apologies to the two drivers, nowt to do with you.now blogging while Miglin, steering wheel in hand, heads towards the promised land.Wondering whether to blog the rules of the game Freckle?