12th September: FACES
Performance 2 tonight. Breakfast of bacon and eggs. Hannah goes back north at 9 am. I head into town, buy some folders for my poems, walk around town, stop at an information point to find out where the gallery is, my own face looks up at me from the desk as there is a pile of our publicity there. Go into Virgin, and Sherry’s face is looking at me from the frontpage of the local What’s On paper. We’re doing Milton Keynes, woo hoo. Walk to the art gallery, through the endless corridor of a shopping centre. MK art gallery is tiny, I’ve been here once before to see a show by Gilbert and George. The current show is photos by Jurgen Teller, who takes photos for iD and THE FACE. He likes football, cigarettes, getting his cock out and larger. Terrible. Tedious man. Like mediocre snaps that you’d throw away when you we’re sorting yr photos out. There is no communication from them in any way; all you feel or know after seeing it is that he likes football etc.. and he likes to be his own subject. I’m surprised he didn’t show himself having a wank, but that would have taken some imagination, which blokey hasn’t got.
We change the opening and the ending a bit. Tonight’s show, we’re all tired. We don’t have time for a run trough so there are a few glitches. I have to restart the erotic poem, as I can’t get my teeth around the third line. Apparently people still really enjoyed it. Much freer tonight, more interplay between the cast. And that can only be good.
All off for drinks after, but Xan heads off to London, miss her already. I’m leaving in the morning.