Saturday 25 August 2001

I'm far too tired to write anything more than the fact that I'm too tired to write a proper diary entry.  I'll catch up next week - the Gentle Shepherd performances are tomorrow.  I went to sit in the garden for a few minutes' peace tonight, and opened the Guardian guide to find a picture of Mhairi smiling out and a nice couple of columns recommending the show. Liz Kenny asked me yesterday if I'd sold my the soul to the devil - 'you know, being able to play like that with your lifestyle'.  What can she mean?