Attempting to forget the fact I had a terrible day & instead think about better things. Money might be an issue but it isn’t yet & there’s no point in worrying about the future. Besides, you never know what is around the corner.
Phoning the police at 1am as your next door neighbours are having a domestic and an unpaid trial shift at a cafe that is trying to get you to quit your theatre job. This may be the worst day of the year so far.
My whole evening has been spent listening deeply to Bombay Bicycle Club, researching tattoos and admiring Peaches Geldof. I like this Sunday.
Jack Steadman portrait ©
You start it right, You tread so light
You tease this love, You care enough
You can rearrange me now
if we wait we can make it somehow
Well what you want, what you want
anything you want