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Nugget

Nugget

I am on a train, sliding over hazy fields on my way down to London.

I went straight from school to the station, and after a touch-and-go moment involving a subway-to-platform lift (hyperbole. I just got in the wrong lift for a bit) I made it onto the North to South train. Once I sat down I was consumed by an amount of hatred I never thought I was capable of directing towards another human being. More specifically: a be-spectacled, be-suited, youngish man, jammed onto a table seat with three other hapless wayfarers. He looked like a normal, nice, person who would never knowingly kick a puppy, and yet he was doing something that, in my eyes, was totally unthinkable.

On his small patch of table he had carefully laid out a banquet of Burger King items. Nuggets. Fries. Barbeque sauce. A large Fanta (with straw). He was carefully selecting the nuggets one at a time and, after ceremoniously gilding them with sauce, masticating in a loud and thoughtful manner.

I was so angry. I tried tweeting about it but that didnt help. I tried narrowing my eyes at him (averting them quickly if I thought he was about to glance in my direction) but that just served to make me crosser.

Then I moved seats and lived happily ever after.

I went to get some coffee. The man in The Shop (capitals courtesy of Virgin Trains inflated sense of self-importance) grinned at me, showing teeth that looked like hounds of hell.

"Dont forget to take your milk and sugar! Otherwise youll be back here shouting at me."

"I wouldnt do that" I said. (Truthfully, I felt.)

"I wouldnt mind! I like my punishments, I do."

"Oh. Do you?"

"Thats got you thinking, hasnt it?"

"Well, yes it has, to be quite honest."

"Well, I do. Youve got to have some fun in this world, havent you?"

"Yes. Yes you do. Thanks!"

So I have learned two important life lessons since being on this train:

1. People do annoying things (slurping processed meat on public transport) but sometimes all you can do is not let your head explode.

2. People will tell you anything if theyre bored enough.

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I did a sharing of my show, Bright Lights, on Tuesday. It went well, in spite of me fluffering some technological things due to nerves and sleep-deprivation. The audience were really generous and just waited for me to fix the bits that went wrong, like an indulgent parent (in a good way). They laughed in the right places, didnt in the wrong ones, clapped and cheered and said lovely things, whilst also giving excellent feedback. I am deeply relieved to have done it, and even more relieved to have just over a month before my full run at Edinburgh. I have to learn it inside out, tweak and practice, so that nerves and sleep-deprivation (both mainstays of the Fringe) dont result in more mistakes. I had such a lovely team, as well. I really noticed how, in the run up to the performance, my brain kind of ceased to function in a normal way. I couldnt think about anything practical: budgets or timings or general organisation (things I am normally pretty alright at nowadays). But Producer Rachel and Director Montse just spirited things out of my hands and left me to concentrate on existing. I woke up on Thursday (after a practically comatose day on Wednesday), did a day of teaching and then some admin, watched a bit of telly and felt my brain breathe. It was nice.

I am excited for Edinburgh. YES!

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I am about to arrive in London. Rain is sluicing across the dusty windows but there is an interesting sense of possibility hovering above the fields. I am wearing flip flops defiantly. Life is A-OK, and I am nowhere near any nuggets.

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