I'm officially experimenting with a whole new level of exhaustion. I am only managing about 6 hours’ sleep a night at the moment and spend the days on my feet trudging about in sub-zero temperatures, or sitting in darkened corners of buildings drinking copious mugs of tea. Both are incredibly dehydrating. My lips are chapped, my arms ache, there’s dry skin on my forehead and knees, a weird pain in my arm pit and my hands and feet itch. Heaven knows what that’s all about.
We hung around the estate for just half a day today, and met one of the members of The Hoosiers; a lovely chap, who treated us to a beautiful ballad version of All You Need is Love...
Today’s special at the vegetarian cafe was quiche and salad and we had a piece of lemon cake for pudding. All washed down, of course, with tea. More tea. Tea tea tea. Tea is the currency of the estate.
I dragged myself home and then had to resuscitate myself in order to haul my sorry arse back into Soho to meet the lovely Julian who’ll be producing musical tracks for the film. We had a lovely chat about the stories I’m thinking about turning into songs; about the styles of music we might go for, and he sent me away to listen to Nick Drake and various other classic artists who, for some reason, haven’t really entered my radar.
Talking of classic artists, I understand that Agnetha from ABBA is releasing a solo album, which, rather upsettingly is simply called “A”. She was, of course, the first A of ABBA... And now she’s there on her own. She’s apparently done a duet with Gary Barlow. Gary Barlow? The woman could have the pick of male vocalists across the world, and she's gone for Barry Garlow! How horribly disappointing.