Basingstoke

We have little key fobs to get in and out of doors, so we all feel very official and that.

We have done a run and panicked a fair amount, then gone to Tesco's for to buy food. The food in there is reasonably priced, and fairly nutritionally balanced.

Last night, we went for a beer in a pub near our digs. The company, already conspicuous by their general frivolity and questionable facial hair, drank pints, in some small way to try and not draw further attention to themselves in what was an otherwise quiet pub with chatty locals mulling over what we were doing there. The spell was broken by our esteemed director, who, on his second round, decided to have a Malibu and Coke, and a "Virgin Mary" on his third round. A bloody mary without the vodka.

Deary bloody me.

One of our actors has split his contact lens, another cut his tongue on a piece of shrapnel from a prop mug. Between Hubert cutting his teeth on this tour and Graham cutting his tongue, there'll be no healthy mouths by the time we reach Kircaldy.

It's my birthday on Sunday. My girlfriend is taking me out for a couple of beers.

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