On Saturday I caught the train up to Chingford with a packed lunch and took myself to the Queen Elizabeth Hunting Lodge, it was awesome. I learned about the struggle of the 19th century commoners to preserve their rights over Epping Forest, and the greedy land owners trying to steal the land from the people. I learned about King henry VII having this tower built so that he could sit down and shoot deer with his bow after his legs were too fucked up to ride a horse. I had a scone with jam and cream, and walked around the forest, and then on the way back to the station I saw some flag people having a fight. Great Saturday!

I've been in London two weeks now. I'm writing every day, and the gigs I'm doing are going great. Like always, I can't help but think about what things will be like 3 months, 6 months in the future. The one thing I am absolutely certain of is my phone is destroying my brain and ruining my ability to concentrate.

I've just finished reading the book 'Cloudstreet' by Tim Winton - I've been reading it for like six months, so god damn it, it's about time! It struck me how all the characters had, by the end of the story, found some semblance of home by virtue of simply staying put. Some of them left, and in leaving they also departed the story, but the ones who stayed, even though many of them were deeply flawed, ended up in a happier place than when the story started. I also saw the film 'The Roses' with Olivia Colman this week and if I compare the two main characters in that film to those in 'Cloudstreet', the couple in 'The Roses' live much more separate lives from each other. It's not that they fight less, but they seem, maybe because of wealth, to be able to live independently of each other, and so their relationship suffers.

They don't need each other, and they chose over and over again not to prioritise their relationship, and so in the end their relationship dies.

I've finally arrived in London. The Edinburgh Fringe is over, and I'm booking spots for the next few months around the UK. Today is my first full day as a resident of London, and I'm feeling great about the future! Let's go.

The last week at the Fringe my ticket sales have gone up and up! Also I've seen a bunch of wonderful, inspiring shows, I've been getting a good amount of sleep but also have seen friends, and managed to even work on a few ideas for a new show. It's been perfect, honestly, so I'm just reminding myself to be grateful and enjoy this all right now!

I've had a day off today, no shows! In 10 years of coming to the Fringe I've never had a day off, and I'll tell you what I FUCKING LOVE IT!! I'm feeling so good right now, this is smack-bang in the middle of the run, and everything is ticking along smoothly. I've got some plans for after the Fringe, some potential opportunities and some industry people excited about the show. I'm also having fun, and have booked tickets to see shows every night until the end of the festival.

I have a snotty nose and everyone can fuck off. Nah I'm actually doing great other than that, the show is selling and I have a review coming out tomorrow which I am NERVOUS about. I guess I'm nervous about a lot of things, just thinking about the future. Ruminating. At the end of the podcast I went around my room and described everything, it was an exercise in mindfulness and made me feel a lot better.

First week of the Edinburgh Fringe, got into town today and I haven't had a good, proper night's sleep in over a week. It's currently half past midnight as I upload this and I can't wait to finish, shower, and get into bed. I am going to launch into that fucking bed mate. Don't you worry about me.

Honestly man I always thought jetlag was just like, you wake up earlier and go about your day. I feel TIRED AND WEAK! I've never had it like this before and I hate it. Other than that, and forgetting to pick up one of my checked bags from the airport, everything is sweet. hehe.

Two more sleeps until I leave Melbourne! I've almost finished selling my stuff, just a few more bits and pieces, but the plan is tomorrow night for the last night in my room, I'll be sleeping in an empty room with just packed bags and a mattress on the floor. Pretty romantic image hey? And I'll leave this city the same way I came in, sleeping on the floor like a 21-year-old.