- What has happened to your blog?
- How is the comedy going?
- Is your life still worth living?
- I have a strange rash on my thigh. Could it be sexual?
My last post was way back in March. Arh, March. I remember those carefree days well. When you could leave your back door open. When members of the clergy were viewed with respect rather than distrust. When rides at Alton Towers were safe. But I digress...
We are now in July so I'll go through my bullet points one by one and give everybody an update and insight into all things ginger.
Firstly, the blog. Unfortunately I lost all my fingers in a horrific combine harvester accident which greatly slowed my ability to type and click. However, due to the wonders of science I now have a stick implanted to my forehead so I can once again blog away. But before you start feeling sorry for me, the accident also causes me to lie and I still have my fingers. In reality I have been a lazy ginger fuckpig. I should have been typing stuff but I didn't. Life got in the way. I prostrate myself to anyone who reads my stuff and I kiss your feet apologetically. I will try harder. I promise.
What about the comedy? Well that has been full of highs and lows. I have managed to do about 11 gigs since my last post ranging from local to London. Overall I have been trying to move away from the old stuff and toward new material (as always). This has both been successful and unsuccessful at the same time. I find audiences a strange animal. It's is like having a pack of peanuts and enjoying them and then having another pack only to find you are going into anaphylactic shock. This culminated with probably my worst gig at the worst possible time (a second gig on the back of an earlier one by the same promoter which failed to connect with anybody watching). I have used the Sarah Millican rule here and will just move on. On the plus point a new set tested out last week went really well so bring it on. I admit that reading this back it comes across as though it's all gone to shit, which it hasn't. I need to write more, I need to practice more and I need to ignore my wife and kids in order to move on.
And as for life, well day to day stuff gets in the way of fun stuff. The bastard that is money impacts a lot on the amount of gigs I can do. Basically I have turned into a crap version of Greece. Still I'll gig when and where I can.
Twitter also happened. Thanks to my brother I find myself having fun on this medium and am enjoying the new reach it provides. Basically it is a big mind game with lots of people playing so follow me you bastards.
And as for the rash...it probably is sexual.