August 5, 2005
FRIDAY 5th
I’m nervous today because I’m already thinking that perhaps yesterday was a fluke and perhaps I’m not a brilliant King at all, just an adequate Duke. The show goes well again however and tonight it’s nearly full! I want to go out and celebrate a bit but I feel it’s still to early. Plus I’m terrified of getting ill. Over the past couple of years I’ve had to come to terms with the fact that a night of heavy boozing will more or less destroy me for a week afterwards. Subsequently I’m trying to be abstemious up here, which is not easy. I feel like Jeremy Clarkson in a car showroom with a broken foot. I wonder if that’s the worst simile ever?