Letter seven.

Dear Mr. Izzard,

What do you do when you’re mad as hell, and need to let off some steam? Today I was so angry I didn’t know what to do with myself. I woke up angry. I won’t get into boring details of why I was angry, but jump straight to the more interesting part of how I got rid of it.

First I decided to go for a walk to get some air. I took my camera with (I always have my camera with, just in case), and started walking with no particular direction in mind. I just took right, after crossing the bridge over the canal. Fresh air has a strange way of messing with your brain. All the scrambled annoyed thoughts you have cluttered up in there, somehow fall into place, in a nice orderly row, and you can make sense of them. I hadn’t even walked more than 200 meters before I had everything sorted out in my head.
Then when I got home I could start on part two of my anger venting. I have mentioned before that music is very important to me, and that was what part two consisted of. Loud, angry, heavy music.
First a bit of Metallica. Their new album Death Magnetic is brilliant. And if you need to vent, it is perfect for the purpose. Then some Rollins Band. I like his old stuff in particular. Weight is a great album. And my all time favourite is Liar, which I remember they played on MTV, in the days when they played music on MTV… The video for that song is hilarious, particularly towards the end when Henry is wearing a nun costume or outfit or uniform or whatever it is called (What is it called? I need to Google that). Anyway, by now all my anger has disappeared, and I know exactly what I need to do in order to deal with my problems.
So what is the perfect end to the process? Sex and the City – the movie, of course. Yep, from Metallica and Henry Rollins, to Carrie Bradshaw. From loud angry men, to stylish love-confused women. Maybe not the most obvious cure for anger, but hey if it works it works!

Take care. Until next time.