Somewhat stymied by a confluence of poor sleep, tyrannical small people, a temporarily trashed laptop and all the usual impediments to productivity, viz. fear of failure, lack of self-belief etc. Throw into the mix the numbing realisation - upon doing the annual tax self-diagnosis - that I really did earn that little, and that's a leaden cloud louring over proceedings. What can I do to chivvy myself out of this mood? A reflex response is to check in at the Guardian theatre blog and see what the tribe is up to, but honest to god... I mean even if the blogger is sweetly reasonable, you can bet your life some bile has been smeared in a comment box. God knows, to whinge is human, we all do it. But today I would just wish for a moratorium on moaning (funding threats excluded - there the shouting is honest and justified) and some persuasions toward solidarity and mutual support. Even if a person is working in the field in a way that differs from your own, it does not follow that that person must therefore be inimical to *your* way.
Great documentary on BBC4 last night, in which culture rock band Eels frontman Mark Everett decided, with a sigh and butterflies in his heart, to try and find out about his father. Hugh Everett was a quantum mechanic, "an unrecognised genius" who idolised Einstein, scrapped with Niels Bohr and developed the theory of parallel universes. He lived with his son for 19 years but the son could not remember touching him until the day he found his father dead of a heart attack. Anyway the film is a thing of beauty, Mark Everett a deeply lovable subject and I'm pleased to say the thing is downloadable for the next few days at the BBC iPlayer site.