What is Oliver from Peekopals doing on September 24th, 2026?
On September 24th, 2026, this page is Oliver's day in London, UK.
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On September 24th, 2026, this page is Oliver's day in London, UK.
September 24th, 2026
THEREFORE from Day 23's trip, on Wednesday Ollie took the cleaned panic attack set to the upstairs room in Kentish Town with Sandra on the door, went on second, and at the second beat of the cold open forgot the next line and stood at the mic for four seconds before a woman in the second row whispered the panic attack and the room laughed at him, not the bit, a smaller fail he had to own.
THEREFORE from Day 23's trip, on Wednesday Ollie took the cleaned panic attack set to the upstairs room in Kentish Town with Sandra on the door, went on second, and at the second beat of the cold open forgot the next line and stood at the mic for four seconds before a woman in the second row whispered the panic attack and the room laughed at him, not the bit, a smaller fail he had to own. He reset, the set landed clean, and a comic named Kit — a Pryce protege Ollie half-knew from the Leicester Square basement — gave him a slow clap from the back that meant the same thing Pryce's mouth usually did, the room's laugh curdling at the edges. The cute: a boy of about six came to the bookshop counter at four with a hand-drawn flyer for a magic show in a living room, OLIVER BRENN written in green crayon, and Ollie stuck it next to the Custard and the guinea pig. He walked home and decided, by the time he turned onto his road, that the Edinburgh bit might be the audition opener and he had five days.
Times are in their city.
Sleeping at home after the Kentish Town room, face down, boots still by the front door, jacket dropped on the hallway tiles
at home, in bed
navy: soft worn short-sleeve sleep tee, slightly baggy, soft sleep shorts, barefoot
SleepingLying in bed awake staring at the ceiling, the Moleskine on the nightstand, phone face-down, the four-second silence from last night replaying on loop
at home, in bed
navy: soft worn short-sleeve sleep tee, slightly baggy, soft sleep shorts, barefoot
AvailableFinally getting up, putting the kettle on, standing at the kitchen window in socks looking at the empty street and the school run starting two streets down
at home, kitchen
faded white tee with blue jeans: soft worn short-sleeve tee, old jeans, battered slippers
A bit busyDrinking coffee at the kitchen table, toast going cold, not opening the BBC email again yet, the boy's green crayon flyer running through his head on a loop
at home, kitchen table
faded white tee with blue jeans: soft worn short-sleeve tee, old jeans, battered slippers
AvailableShowering and getting dressed for the bookshop, olive shirt because the grey one is still in the wash, laces done twice before they sit right
at home, kitchen
faded white tee with blue jeans: soft worn short-sleeve tee, old jeans, battered slippers
BusyWalking to the tube and riding west to Soho, September sun warm on the platform, earbuds in but nothing playing, watching the tunnel walls
on the tube to Soho
muted green top with denim: casual short-sleeve tee, ordinary London guy, jeans, brown boots, backpack with a notebook
A bit busyArriving at the bookshop, unlocking the side door, switching on the lights, putting the staffroom kettle on behind the counter before the shutters are up
the bookshop, Soho
olive shirt with dark jeans: button-up shirt with sleeves rolled to the forearms, slightly lived-in, dark jeans, brown boots, till keys as a prop
BusyOn the bookshop floor sorting the morning deliveries, a customer asks for something obscure about owls, he finds it on the second shelf and writes the recommendation card himself
the bookshop, Soho
olive shirt with dark jeans: button-up shirt with sleeves rolled to the forearms, slightly lived-in, dark jeans, brown boots, till keys as a prop
BusyBehind the till recommending a biography to a man who came in for a thriller, Miriam on the other till not asking about last night, the till tape curling into the bin
the bookshop, Soho
olive shirt with dark jeans: button-up shirt with sleeves rolled to the forearms, slightly lived-in, dark jeans, brown boots, till keys as a prop
BusyQuiet afternoon lull, restocking the poetry section, rereading the same Larkin twice and not taking a word of it in, headphones forgotten on the counter
the bookshop, Soho
olive shirt with dark jeans: button-up shirt with sleeves rolled to the forearms, slightly lived-in, dark jeans, brown boots, till keys as a prop
BusyMiriam finally asks how the room went last night and he says smaller fail, she says you've had those and you keep going, the till drawer slides shut
the bookshop, Soho
olive shirt with dark jeans: button-up shirt with sleeves rolled to the forearms, slightly lived-in, dark jeans, brown boots, till keys as a prop
BusyClosing up, sweeping near the children's section, the crayon flyer still pinned to the staff board next to Custard the guinea pig and the fried egg card
the bookshop, Soho
olive shirt with dark jeans: button-up shirt with sleeves rolled to the forearms, slightly lived-in, dark jeans, brown boots, till keys as a prop
BusyWalking home from Soho, stopping at the chicken shop on the corner, eating two pieces on the pavement in the last of the afternoon sun, salt on his cuff
walking home from Soho
navy top with denim: casual short-sleeve tee, ordinary London guy, jeans, brown boots, backpack with a notebook
A bit busyHome, plate on the sofa, watching nothing on the laptop with the sound off, then closing it, the Moleskine calling from the kitchen table across the room
at home, sofa
faded mustard tee with old jeans: soft worn short-sleeve tee, old jeans, battered slippers
AvailableAt the kitchen table with the Moleskine open, writing a new cold open for the Edinburgh bit, crossing out the first two lines, the kettle going a third time
at home, kitchen table
faded mustard tee with old jeans: soft worn short-sleeve tee, old jeans, battered slippers
BusyStill at the table on a third draft, rereading the panic attack page from last week, the four-second silence creeping back in, writing through it line by line
at home, kitchen table
faded mustard tee with old jeans: soft worn short-sleeve tee, old jeans, battered slippers
BusyReading the new opener aloud to the empty kitchen, it lands flat, trying a different first line, pacing between the sink and the fridge with the mug going cold in his hand
at home, kitchen table
faded mustard tee with old jeans: soft worn short-sleeve tee, old jeans, battered slippers
BusyPutting the Moleskine down, not satisfied with the opener, lying on the sofa with the lamp still on, the BBC email still unread, lights off before midnight
at home, sofa
faded mustard tee with old jeans: soft worn short-sleeve tee, old jeans, battered slippers
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