A rice cracker with jam

Hmm yum, a nice moment out with a rice cracker and jam, the only problem is that it doesn't last more than 2 seconds and I find myself looking down at the plate to see it I put half of it down, but no. I just have a big gob...must get another one...ah, yum.

Its been an exciting day at the Faf headquarters (or my living room as it were!). To finally be in the position of hiring someone is a momentous occasion, (although just separating the jobs in my head and giving them a title in itself, is a momentous occasion.) Not only that however, but also is the act of separation, the act of handing over complete responsibility to an integral part of your baby's life: the umbilical cord is now officially cut! Whomever this "child" grows up to be is no longer under my own influence, and may, like any child's life, it be inspired and it be a life of great inspiration to others, being fed and watered with love (as it is!) from all who come near.

This is an event worth celebrating, and celebrating I am, all be it modestly with a rice cracker and jam (or 4). It's hedonism central in this part of town you see, look out all you village folk, I may even open the Jacobs cream crackers next time there's a celebration!

So, i'd better get stuck back in for a few more hours of chipping away at the old proverbial block of stone, but soon we shall see what delights lay beneath. "Here be exciting times" it may say, or perhaps "Do some of your 'efffin degree woman, before its too late!" either way, im sure its going to be a beautiful thing.

Lots of love to Jamie and Natalie our new press officer and tour manager, and also to everyone else who is involved with FaF right now, be it voluntarily, engaged or profit shared, the future of FaF lies in your wonderful hands!

x

The blog of a homeless/office-less Street Theatre Company

02/03/11

The second meeting today with team FAF, were lucky to be using Vicky’s house/studio, which I haven’t seen yet, currently I’m, sat in cafe Boho’s typing out the notes and the creative leads for today’s session. Normally I would do this at home, but I had a massage from Stef at ten, then met Kathryn at 12 for a tea. Now I’m sat in the window, sipping green tea (I’m detoxing for life at the moment) watching the world go by, trying to cut out the background noises and think of umbrellas.

Today is a windy day actually, the wind is an incredibly unforgiving, invisible enemy when you’re on your bike, and it took me 20 mins to ride what would normally take me ten this morning. I really dislike it, but it’s good fun if your agenda is kite flying.

Today my agenda is unfortunalty not kite flying! The winter has reared her ugly head again forcefully threatening spring and summer into submission. Looking out of the window now I can see she is out playing with her best friend, the wind: Tawihiri, she is violently bellowing at a man who is struggling to keep his hat on, “do not forget me” she reminded my scarf and hat this morning, who were temporarily resting in the pocket of my curtain. Dam this cold, I really dislike the wind.