I'm sitting here in front of a very tidy desk. There's lots of space to put things, lots of space for things to pile up on top of one another, lots of space to loose things in a mess of papers... and, believe me, I'll manage all of the above.This is another quirk that get from me dear old dad... serious untidiness. Here is a photo of my desk space a few days ago.
You will notice that I've chosen to dump my papers in a random and cluttered fashion on top a perfectly usable filing cabinet. I inherited from my father both the filing cabinet, and the complete inability to put things in it. It's screaming out at me "use me, use me!" but I prefer not to. I find tidying up a stressful thing and I'll put it off for ever (as you can see), and I wonder why this is? There are a number of things that I fear I'll find when I tidy. For example there are things that I can't throw away for sentimental reasons but can't think of how I can store them. I'll prevaricate over them for ages knowing that If I file them I'll never see them again, but also knowing that I just can't let go. They'll end up in my bulging 'Miscellaneous' file, a file bigger than any others by miles. Then there's the things that I know that I should keep but can't find a home for. The Miscellaneous file beckons yet again. Worst still are the things like old batteries that I don't know how to throw away. I want to just throw them in the bin, you know, get rid of them right away, but then I'll suffer from eco guilt, and that's one of the worst kinds of guilt for the educated classes. Even worst then that is knowing that deep down, buried at the bottom of the pile I'm going to find stuff that I should have dealt with ages ago but haven't. Some new age types say that tidying up gives you space in your mind. I'd like to agree with that but fear that if your filing system reflects the state of your mind then I'm in deep trouble. For example in this latest tidy up I found a bill in Euros from when I briefly lived in France over 6 years ago. I haven't a clue what it's for, but I know it's very official. I'm thinking that maybe this is what's causing the Eurozone crisis... bad filing. The bill is for 94 euros, 86 cents, and at today's reckoning that's about £75. I'm thinking that maybe I should work out what it's for and pay it, but then maybe I should just leave it. If the euro collapses I may end up paying just 75p. After all The Tresor Publique de Francais has waited over six years for this money, what's a couple more years between friends. Don't worry, it's now in the Miscellaneous file so It'll never see the light of day again.
But none of this is my worst fear. My worst fear is finding stuff to do with my tax. I hate being reminded of my tax. I've got so much stuff to do at the moment that I ought to write 'to do' lists but I can't bring myself to do it. This is because I know that 'Do your tax' will be at the top of it. To explain, here's another picture.
This is my accounts. Two plastic bags and an envelope. I don't think I need to say anything more really. It used to be three plastic bags but I managed to rationalize it a bit. I have to point out at this stage, I'm not in charge of the accounts for howhow productions. Anyway there is light at the tunnel. Here is a picture of my office at the moment.
This is the new filing system... for now!
Mike Raffone is the co founder of the production company howhow along with his fiancé Grisel Tarifa. They hope to open a new performance club The Royal National Theatre of Fools in Peckham in the winter. It will be dedicated to the clown, the absurd and the eccentric. Mike is also busy writing his one man show, Clowns, Coulrophobia and Me for the 2013 Edinburgh Fringe. Go to www.howhow.co.uk for more info.