Monday

I am awake, having drifted through Sunday from awake to asleep to awake to asleep again like a dodgy plug on an old telly. I did get to see the Argentina game and watch Messi leaving other players in the dust, whilst he made up his mind where in the goal he wanted  to put the ball .Amazing, pure art.

I've now decided I am definitely going to write Friendly Fascist Alpha and perform it until  I have it right. Having talked to friends old, new, across the Sea and asked, " I'm not am I?" I now realise that I may well be. The show is going to take a look at all the reasons I've been given as to why I am the nice version of these terrible things. To be honest, it does make me smile. Rumbled again....

Bugger.

Come on England! Oh…..We got two more go's, right? following the game Stewart and I went out, ostensibly to buy some food. Bumped into Stella, my greek neighbour and we stood and commiserated for a while. Onto the food. well, onto the pub. Whisky fizz, food, and everything began to feel alright.

We then rolled back to the house. Stewart made some cookies, I fell asleep, then woke up convinced Beth and Abbey were in the house. They are in Illinois. Stewart left and I don't remember anything else, until I woke up this morning. Coffee on and in. Not the apocalyptic amount of yesterday, just enough to take the edge off the fizzy whisky hangover that I know is coming.

Come on England!! Buggeration….

Pre.

The coffee high has backed off a bit. Not enough that I've forgotten what I did, but a bit. England are up next, the game I've been waiting for all day. We're playing Italy. Oh. they're a good team. Going on what went on in the games today, anything can happen. I was asked to predict the score. I've got England winning 3-2, as long as Rooney turns up..

Coffee Driven

I’ve decided to write whilst the coffee high is still burning through my veins. I’ve got my iTunes on shuffle so I get to hear a load of tunes I love, that I may have forgotten I even own. I’m a colossal music nerd and download whatever strikes me as soon as I hear it. It means there artists I don’t think I’ve even heard of, all over my collection. 

Then the shuffle kicks in, I look at who it is, and remember why I downloaded the tune in the first place. This is why I want to learn how to put up a music podcast. I was looking at the instructions half asleep, pre coffee earlier and gave up. I think right now I’d just get it completely wrong, but have a great time doing it.

I just read this back. Blimey, thats rather rampy. Water?

Up and about.

 3 football games, fried chicken, mac and cheese and one beer equalled immediate early evening sleep. A good sleep, slumped happily on the couch, with the feeling of a day well served.
 Today, England play,  I still have fried chicken, beer, mac and cheese. Early night then. The chicken is from Giant Eagle and way better than I thought it would be. Well done semi large food store.
Ahead of the games? Yury and I will be jamming in my house. Music, football, food and beer. Perfect.

Friday

I'm on my own for the weekend. You would think I'd be planing on going out, doing loads of stuff. You'd be wrong. I get to play guitar, chill out in my garden, write and watch the World Cup. Perfect. Then, drink lots of beer, whilst watching England tomorrow. if there is any left after tonight.
Anything comes up, I'm probably going out. For now, fried chicken, mac and cheese, beer, and music.

Where I belong.

I'm up. i'm always up early. Coffee in, banana imminent. Listening to Shaun Keaveny on radio 6, which I blend with listening to the tragic news of the day on Radio 4 and 5. Tragic? What tragic news? Dunno yet, I just know its coming.
Spent last night doing improv at the weekly drop in. I love it. All levels, doesn't matter, everyone is there to play and learn. I know people think improv is the provence of those who can think very quickly. Its helpful, but that will only get you so far.
Improv never works with someone standing there proving how witty they are, whilst ignoring the other people on the stage. It works when the people on stage dump ego, and play entirely for the person they are with. If you are both doing it, its amazing what comes up. It doesn't matter what you thought you were going to do, if something else comes up. Dump the idea you brought on, and play what you are given. When it is in full flow, nothing better. If it tanks out? Can be just as, if not more funny, as long as you both commit and play everything for real.