Hey guys! Fed here, Tenor #7.
I’ve got average speed, but no ball control to compensate. I also hate defending.
On Monday 14th November 2016, I left England to go on a singing tour of Europe, for the next 5 months or so.
On Tuesday 27th September 2000, I left Italy to go to England and train as an actor.
Who knows what the past has in store for me next.
Here’s a little summary of Week 1.
First of all:
Hat off (or as they say here in Germany ‘chapeau’…) to the guys at Gatwick airport, who decided to add a little individual basin to every single urinal in the toilets at Departures, making the whole experience that little bit cosier. For a moment, I thought I was already in my hotel room. The guy behind me must have thought the same, when I started stripping off to have a shower. I caught myself just in time. And that really hurt. It always does, when your penis gets stuck in the zipper, doesn’t it fellas.
The luggage shop, where I bought my luggage.
The seafood restaurant. Where I had my breakfast.
My first encounter with the other Tenors. We were all a bit shy, so we just looked down at the floor for the first half hour.
Flattering angle of the mini-bus journey from the airport to the hotel.
Some rather impressive artwork above my bed, featuring possibly the most daring spelling of my name I've ever come across, so far. However, I thought the mention of my favourite sexual practices was uncalled for.
The view from my toilet bowl. That way I’ll never feel alone.
Our 2nd communal bedroom.
A makeshift weighted vest, for some jolly step-ups, in the comfort of my own room (the hotel doesn’t have a gym).
The Holy Grail. #murderonthebathroomfloor #cleaningstaffsfavouriteguest
The most impressive element about this first week, however, is the calibre of the voices I’m working with. These guys are ON. FIRE.
The variety of tones and styles is phenomenal.
It's a lot of work. But it's such a gift to be given the chance to do it.
In order to prevent myself from going insane during rehearsals, I've kept my routine fairly solid:
rehearsals
workout/yoga
crying on the phone to Kat because I miss her
bed
Shout out to Dave, Gareth, Marcus, Patrick, Mark and Josh, who have joined me for some pretty tasty training sessions, ranging from lifting random hotel furniture (Jeff Cavaliere style, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lq4Civ30kCg&t=301s), to experiencing some special BYC Hot Yoga (the one and only) vibes, in one of the many carpeted halls. http://www.bikramyogachiswick.co.uk/
I miss you all. But I’m loving every minute.
Today is #restday.
Bring on Week 2.
P.S.: Karl Davies is impossibly handsome.
