Tuesday 20 October 2009

Mathieson's Bakery, Stirling
I'm here with a pot of tea and an indifferent bridie (Baynes along the road was better, but you can't sit in there), dealing with various bits and pieces before the day's work starts with McFalls and various composers up the hill at the Tolbooth.  Yesterday ended with Matt Seattle playing John Anderson My Jo in the style of Jimi Hendrix on the border pipes, which should justify the price of admission on its own in the gig on Friday night. The Tolbooth is a great place to rehearse: we're in the attic, a big loud room with a wooden floor and a balcony with a 180 degree view out to the Wallace Monument, and a generous supply of technical support, water, tea and biscuits. There's also a truly fantastic café across the road: my chorizo, tomato and lentil soup yesterday was perfect lunchbreak food.

Travelling by train has given me the chance to do some more listening to the Edinburgh shows, and start to catch up with lots of admin and contractual concerns. My list of pending projects on my desk is much longer than I would like it to be.

You'd expect me to feel refreshed after a week's holiday and a day spent sitting watching other people work. But when I got home last night I was so eager to open the book-shaped package that came in the mail, that I cut right through the new shirt I was wearing with the scissors. That'll be tiredness then.