Alright, here is the motivation to finally bring this whole RDC thing to an end.
I had actually already taken myself to my local Starbucks to finally get writing. I boycotted Starbucks until recently – there practice of evading taxes in Ireland makes me so angry. I much prefer Caffé Nero, not least because of the happy memories of “the summer of love” it brings up… There was a Caffé Nero on The Cut, not far away from The Old Vic where we used to gather pre-performance… ah good times… Anyway, I prefer Nero, but not when it comes to sitting and working on the laptop: Caffe Nero’s chairs/banquettes are that tiny bit too low to make typing on your laptop comfortable. No doubt a strategy to keep people moving and not sit in the café for too long – but essentially means that I have to move to Starbucks if I want to work… Anyway, that’s where I am right now.
As for the sweet picture of RA signing – hehe, for once it was *him* who had to look up to people… I am looking at that picture, and I see the slightest, tiniest sprinkle of grey on his temples and the lines by his eye that indicate that he is smiling. And I think to myself that that is a hundred times more flattering and handsome than anything that has been wiped clean with the digital sponge on Instagram… And I have happy memories suddenly, of that weekend, despite my paralysis. Let’s commit that last bit of the con experience to pixel…
See you later!
ETA: More sweet smiles