Overlooked by Lucy

Up early to finish the haemophilia website, then off to the quack following their letter summons. As a hypochondriac the less time brooding about what could be wrong, the better. This meant I had to see the scary doctor as opposed to usual one. Pleased to discover there was nothing much to worry about. Meanwhile Mum had gone to the hospital to discuss her post operative pain with her surgeon, and they have just upped the strength of her painkillers, which is not entirely satisfactory.

Slipped out to the gym for a brief go on the hulk legs machine. But had to break off to attend to some business matters, and line up another spot of work for next week.

Then went with Matt this afternoon to check out the Marlborough pub theatre for the doppelganger project. The young theatre manager is in Matt's choir, and seemed keen for us to try out the mini-opera there. I looked even more fondly on Matt than usual, as he is my passport to success when it comes to knowing people in Brighton. It is a proper little pub theatre: tatty but atmospheric. It also has a ghost called Lucy. Wayne did a paiting of it once, so that you could see through all of the walls into the rooms, which included Lucy too.

We repaired to the Basketmakers to discuss the project further, and talk about artistic directions and other high falutin' stuff till Lorraine and Betty arrived, and we fell into conversation with Tom another regular. Betty off to see Mark, who has finally finished his run of performing in old people's homes. Lorraine and I then pushed off to eat a very ordinary curry and were home at an early hour, but I promptly fell asleep on the sofa.


Below there were two guys rehearsing when we looked at the theatre, and I took a quick snap to record what the stage was like.