Tuesday 9th February 2010

MW has persuaded me to go to the 40th anniversary of The London Contemporary Dance School. I resisted for ages. The Place makes me feel small. He booked me in anyway. Thought, OK I'll draw there. It takes ages to prepare. I think this through, which paper, which pencils, what on etc. Already an hour late. Go to shower, do hair, make up, I am NERVOUS. Put on glad rags and catch bus down to Euston. It is freezing…ooch! Anyway, late as ever I decide to use the back entrance. It all seems very normal. The theatre receptionist tells me I have got the wrong evening. What RELIEF! I have practiced the process of getting there. Quite enough for one evening.