I have spent a week drinking less. In the last 9 days I have had 17 units. I had two pints with Joe on Wednesday and half a bottle of beer when I got home; 5 pints when I went to see `Bev dance in Keighley with Rainbow Morris; and two glasses of wine yesterday.

The fact I have recorded that suggests it might be an issue, but one of the problems is that there is very little regularity to my life, apart from the big one of injections and eating to control my diabetes. I cannot say that I have felt better or worse for not drinking almost every day; but I can say that I was not enjoying beer a fortnight ago.

Getting more pattern in my life has been a theme of making a go of my business. I do an awful lot for the things I do do, and can do them very well; but having to do everything in a show is stressful and makes the show harder to do well; and once the show is over I do too little with the result.

The next blog will be be about this, and is something I have written prior to the possible new business plan, but the core issue is the same as it was when I wrote the first poet, writer and showman business plan nearly a decade ago:

I cannot sell my works unless I am famous – I will not be famous unless I sell my work

It is blindingly obvious, but ways of breaking that cycle are not obvious or simple.

It is sunny now, and has been for parts of the last few days, but there has been a chill of autumn in some of the breezes, especially this morning.

Bev danced out at the Airedale Heifer last night with Rainbow Morris. It was another practise, and a new, relaxing occasion, with the pub providing free chip butties.

The Pie, Priestley & Playhouse Show (Celebrating a Meat & Potato Pie that defied Hitler, J.B.Priestley and a Theatre that Defies the Odds) for 13th Sept. at Bradford Playhouse is getting sorted. While it is still not confirmed I am already contributing to the rebuilding of the Playhouse as a venue and members organization by providing the history that the self seeking bureaucratic Darleks that last ran it tried to wipe out.

Look at the Playhouse website as it now stands and it mentions nothing before 2009. I once started a history of the Playhouse. It did not get beyond research and rough outline; but I have bits left, including a press review of the first Playhouse production in Bradford from 1929! (It was a medieval play called Everyman put on at St. John’s Church, Little Horton Lane).