Spent a large part of the day helping Viv Schwarz with her carboard maze at the Sandpit event at the National Maritime Museum. Lots of fun, though I realised I’m not as young as I used to be – after about an hour and a half lifting and taping and so forth my back and legs stiffened up and I spent the rest of the time hobbling a bit. Took both cameras – the good one to make an “official” movie and the cheap one to make the diary entry. Eventually, the staff are waiting for us to pack up and stuff the cardboard into a cupboard for disposal tomorrow (amazing how much corrugated cardboard you can stuff into a cupboard if you put your back into it. Hope someone warns whoever-it-is before they open the cupboard tomorrow morning). Catch a train and home very late indeed.
Up at 6:00 and went for a run, as the night stumbled towards dawn. Possibly the only time I’ll do this, but a very good thing to do, especially during a heatwave. Home, shave – bit of a mistake, it’s a bloodbath, and any time I may have gained by getting up early is lost in waiting for the bleeding to stop. Then shower, sit, breakfast.
To Walker, to cut up pieces of paper. And why not.
Brief stop at home, then off to the latest new VAC venue, in Hampstead. It appears my nylon-string’s electronics have decided to not work again. As I’m playing into a microphone, I ditch my intention to do Aerodynamics in front of peoploids, and do 100 Horses (bit rushed, and a mess, but a popular one, apparantly) and The Rest of our Lives, which goes very well. It just goes to show, You Never Can Tell.
Home just before midnight, let’s see what time I get up tomorrow.