Strangers are fun.

Things I have learned over the last few days:

1. Talking to strangers can be highly entertaining.

I was sitting in a park near Charing Cross, on the bench that I believe most Londoners know as ‘Andy Ward’s bench’, when I was joined by an American archaeologist called Hannah. She didn’t appear to have a hat, a leather jacket, or a whip, she hadn’t discovered any Aztec treasure, and she’d never even heard of Time Team, so I was sceptical that she was an actual archaeologist, though to be fair, so was she. She was cool though. We discussed burritos and all sorts, and decided to go on an adventure to Croydon, where I was doing a gig.

2. When it comes to stand-up gigs, I should always stick to the plan, especially when I’ve had very little sleep.

I was tired, I half forgot what I was talking about, and my self-doubt made me make a judgment that they would not be interested in my usual rambly pseudo-intellectual rubbish anyway. I’ll never know whether that was the case, as I didn’t do most of my actual set in the end. I basically just used it as a learning experience to mess about. I was pretty awful to be honest, I really was. In future, I should probably also remember that if I do invite somebody to one of my gigs, I should at least try to be half-decent. Anyway, it’s all in the past, and I’ve certainly learned from it, so it has had some use. I’ll be better next time.

3. It is impossible to explain my ghost stories without coming across as completely demented.

Hannah noticed that I had notepads. I explained that I write stories occasionally. She asked what kind of stories. I said all sorts, like ghost stories. She asked what kind of ghost story. I said “Well, there’s one about a possessed dishcloth (tea towel) who kills everybody.” I can’t remember the last time I saw somebody look so completely baffled. She warily asked how it killed everybody. I did not want to explain that it soldered them to a tree with a colander and ingested their souls. That would have made me seem completely mental, so I mumbled something like “oh, you know, it just does…” I haven’t actually released this ghost story yet. Soon I will. It does borderline make sense in context you know.

Oh what am I saying, they’re all nonsense. Still, at least I didn’t try to explain the spaniel one, that would have been even more insane.

4. Lipton Peach Iced Tea is pretty good.

They were giving out free iced tea at the station. I got two bottles. It was very good.

5. Getting asked to leave a restaurant because you’re drunk is kind of funny.

Basically, as it was Hannah’s last day travelling across Europe before she went back to America, I took it upon myself to be the bar guide of the capital. A kind of alcoholic Ambassador. We went to a variety of cool bars, and after a few drinks we got hungry and strolled into Chinatown to find food. We ended up sat in a restaurant, and were about to order food when a man angrily came up, took away our menus and told us to leave because he didn’t like the way we were “throwing our menus about” and he said we’d had too much to drink. Personally, I think he’d had too much to drink, because neither of us had actually done anything with our menus. Well, at one point I may have accidentally slapped myself in the face with my menu, but I’d like to think that he’d have appreciated the slapstick idiocy of this moment rather than got angry and said “This is too much accidental slapstick for my liking! Get them out of here!” Anyway, the last laugh was on us because on my way out I was crushed by an ACME anvil, after which I got up, slipped on a banana skin and fell into a tub of custard. Slapstick 1, Restaurant Man 0.

6. They don’t have Nando’s restaurants in America.

I was horrified.

Anyway, I really enjoyed the spontaneous adventure of the last few days, it was a lot of fun. I seem to be doing this more regularly now. I went on a spontaneous adventure with a friend the other week too. They’re great, I’d highly recommend them. I’m still thinking about turning up to an airport one day and just getting on any flight they have available to anywhere. That could be quite fun, though what with my current financial situation I’d probably end up being trapped there forever, or have to build my own raft and sail across the ocean to get back home. Again though, that could be hilarious in a ‘Tom Hanks and Wilson the volleyball’ kind of way, and it would certainly make for a stream of interesting blog posts. Maybe this will become reality.

Oh, I have also had a new sitcom idea which I’m actually quite excited about. I’m hoping it’ll be quite unique. I’ll have a draft sorted by the end of the month hopefully. Also, I may release an audiobook soon, and put the new ghost stories online. Maybe some new stories too. I wrote an idea down in my draft text messages folder last night when I was still slightly drunk. At the time I obviously considered it an idea of such remarkable genius that the world would bow down to my remarkable writing prowess. As I sit here sobered up, I realise that that is probably not the case. We’ll see eventually though, I’m definitely going to write it at some point, if just for the challenge. Something delightful to look forward to, I’m sure.

One day I may even write more Cat City. And if that’s not exciting then I don’t know what is. Literary critics have been falling over themselves raving about the first short extract. Why only the other day the Guardian described it as ‘quite literally words’, while the New York Times went with ‘this is… not… the worst thing I’ve ever read’*. Thanks everybody! See you at the Booker Prize!

*Quote may have been edited.

I am ill.

I woke up this morning to find myself feeling rubbish. It is not fun. I mean, it’s nothing particularly bad, it’s just annoying more than anything else. I shall fix myself with tiramisu, that’s what I’ll do. Ever the scientist, throwing tiramisu at every problem. That’s basically why the Large Hadron Collider isn’t working anymore, it’s jammed up with tiramisu. It’s also why I no longer have a job as ‘Professor of Genetics’, after my research saw a young boy morph into a tiramisu. He’s vowed to get his revenge on me, but to be honest, I’m in no danger. I can always sense when he’s coming because there’s a smell of coffee and egg yolks. He should really Oust himself.

I have done lots since my last blog update. Why only yesterday I went to Yo! Sushi. It was fun, watching my food slowly drift past me, then having to wait 10 minutes for it to come around again, pointing at custard, burning my mouth with green tea. It was tremendously exciting. Apparently it was ‘Blue Monday’ at Yo! Sushi, which meant that whilst we were all enjoying our delightful cuisine, we were treated to a performance from a 1970s comedian telling jokes about sex and how fat his mother-in-law is. That or the food was all cheaper than usual. It was one of those two things. Anyway, Yo! Sushi was cool. I’d go again. I probably will.

Last week I also had two stand-up gigs. They were fun. The first of which was a tricky room, as it was oddly set up. It was basically just performing in a pub, but it was split into two sections. The first of which was designated for the comedy, the second of which was just a bunch of pub regulars gathering for a pint. They were no hassle or anything, but it’s just always awkward performing to people who haven’t actually turned up with the intention of watching a comedy night. It was fine though, I mean, I wouldn’t say it went particularly well, but it could have gone a hell of a lot worse.

The second gig was a lot better. It was actually in an upstairs room of a pub, a lovely upstairs room with nice chairs. They were velvety smooth. That’s my abiding memory of that room, partly because I’m quite tired at the moment, but partly because they were also such nice chairs. It was good though, and it went quite well, which was nice.

This morning I smashed my arm on a door while I was pretending to be King Kong in the shop. I was swatting a sign as if it were a biplane, then a woman came around the corner looking confused. I panicked and smashed my arm against the nearby door. I think it would have been better if I’d picked her up and continued to swat imaginary biplanes, though I can’t imagine that the day-to-day running of the shop would have continued along the same trajectory if people were afraid to come in lest I smack them back through a window.

I should really use this afternoon constructively. I’m not sure how. I should really finish my short film so I can send it off tomorrow. Perhaps I’ll do that. Perhaps I’ll just sit down with a hot chocolate and shout at my dressing gown for allowing this virus to get through. Ideally, I’ll do some writing though. Maybe later this week I’ll start throwing money about as if I’m that wrestler whose entire act seemed to be based on him being rich. I’m fairly sure it wasn’t Macho Man Randy Savage, or Ultimate Warrior, though I think they were probably friends with them, because I’m fairly sure they turned up on a Mega Drive Wrestling game that I had, along with those two. Perhaps I should just list wrestlers I know until I get it right.

Hulk Hogan
Triple H
Macho Man Randy Savage
Ultimate Warrior
Stone Cold Steve Austin
The Rock
Bobby Doritos
Mild Brian
Agonisingly Arthritic Alan
The Undertaker
Room Temperature Donald

I am absolutely no closer to working out who this person was. Have I just imagined all this? He turned up and was made of coins or something. He probably had a catchphrase “I’m made of coins!” perhaps, or “I’m so rich even my moustache is legal tender!” Am I the only one who remembers this? He might have dressed in green, i.e. the colour of money in America, or £5 notes in Britain. Maybe it was Elizabeth Fry, she of the £5 note, making a daring break into wrestling, in which case her catchphrase was probably more along the lines of “Let’s reform the prisons!” or “You might know me from the British £5 note!”. Not necessarily catchy slogans. Not like her trademark move, ‘the Quaker ouch’.

I once went to eat at a restaurant named after Ernest Hemingway. Hemingway’s it was called. This doesn’t seem relevant to anything that’s going on, it just entered my mind for some reason. I had the chicken nuggets. They were strange, and tasted too much like garlic for my liking. I was about 7, and have no idea why this has suddenly come back to me. Maybe it’s a warning from history.

“Andy! Andy! Wake up!”

“What the hell? Who are you?”

“Don’t you recognise me Andy?”

“No…”

“It’s me! The ghost of chicken nuggets past!”

“The what?”

“The ghost of chicken nuggets past! You must have heard of me! I was in A Christmas Carol!”

“I don’t think you were…”

“I was! You remember the ghost who took Scrooge to get some popcorn chicken? That was me!”

“I hate to be the one who has to tell you, but I don’t think you made the final cut…”

“What?! But I was an integral part of that story! I showed him how chicken nuggets were in the past, then he met the ghost of meat sauce present, before we both introduced him to the ghost of pikelets future.”

“What the hell kind of story was this?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore… anyway, I bring chilling news!”

“Alright, what is it?”

“You remember those chicken nuggets you had in Hemingways?”

“Vaguely, yeah.”

“They were bad weren’t they!”

“They weren’t great…”

“…”

“…”

“Well, I’d better be off.”

“Is that it?! That’s why you woke me up?”

“In retrospect, I suppose it probably wasn’t as exciting as I first thought it might be.”

“Brilliant. Bye then.”

“Byyeeeeeeeeeee.”

I’m going to go and get something to eat before I get stuck here forever.

Gig time 2010.

It’s mid-February and I’ve just done my first gig of 2010. I lack the eye of the tiger. Anyway, last night I did a gig, my first since November of last year, and it was quite fun. It was the first time testing what I think is a fairly solid 5 minute set, and it went quite well. Having said that, I did forget the end of my set, but I’m fairly sure nobody noticed. Not even when I said “I’ve forgotten what I was going to say”, or launched into a rant about how I’d completely gone blank and couldn’t remember what I’d planned on doing. Of course, it’s possible that all that did give the game away somewhat, but I guess we’ll never know.

I’m saying that the gig went quite well, I haven’t actually listened back to it yet. I record all my gigs on a dictaphone so I can see what worked and what didn’t, then cut the material that didn’t and replace it with stuff that might, the idea being that eventually, you’ll have something great from start to finish. No doubt that when I listen back to what I thought was quite a good gig, I’ll be stunned to discover that there’s just silence, occasionally interrupted by the sound of myself chuckling at just how funny I thought I’d been. Let’s hope not though.

What was interesting was that when I did forget my material, people said that they actually saw my true voice come through, which, presumably, is an inept berk. At the moment I’m fairly relaxed when I’m on stage and relatively low key. I think when I forgot my material I actually started to have a bit more fun and became more energetic and engaging. It’s something that I shall continue to experiment with, as I’m still trying to work out what my actual style is. I’ve got a year to mess about with it. I originally thought 2009 would be my training year and I’d do ready to try and move up a level this year, but in actual fact I realise now that 2010 will be the year I’ve got to try and master this craft, which could potentially make 2011 a very exciting year.

In other news, I had some peach iced tea the other day. It was pretty good. I get the feeling I’ll be having more iced tea in 2010. In many ways, that makes 2010 a very exciting year, all those varieties of iced tea to get through. I’ve actually just searched for ‘Best Iced Tea’ on Google, but unfortunately all the results involve making your own iced tea. That’s no use, I’d mess it up. I tried making pancakes this morning and messed it up spectacularly, meaning I had to just sit about grumbling into a yoghurt after I’d poured all the batter down the sink. Maybe I should make my own iced tea though. I could become an ice tea master. That would be good.

This hasn’t been interesting at all. I’m still going to post it though. I’d like to think that in years to come, I’ll be able to look back on all these blog posts nostalgically and say “oh, look how boring I was back in the day!” as I spend the day stirring a tin of paint and discussing iced tea with a stuffed cat. Anyway, there’s got to be something more constructive I can do, so I’m going to go and see if I can work out what it is.

My last day in Siberia.

Tomorrow my exile is over and I’m back on facebook! Hooray I hear nobody cry. This has been a useful experiment though in some ways, and I think the main thing I’ve learned is that I am a tremendously lazy person. It’s not facebook that’s a drain on my time, since, in the absence of facebook, I’ve just been wasting my time on other websites instead. I’m just exceptional at procrastination. I’ve done next to no writing this week, which is not what I wanted to achieve. I need to make changes. I need to be Rocky Balboa. I need The Eye Of The Tiger. Which is why I’ve just loaded it on Spotify. Yes, this is inspirational. This will work. In fact, I’ve just found the entire soundtrack from various Rocky films. I love you Spotify. If it was good enough for Rocky, it’ll be good enough for me. Perhaps I’ll hang a giant slab of meat from my ceiling and punch it every morning before breakfast. Knowing my luck I’ll just get salmonella though. Or the ceiling’ll fall through. Either way, I’d get no writing done.

In other news, I heard back about the interview I had the other week. Surprising to say, but I didn’t get the job. They were fairly nice about it though, it wasn’t just a generic ‘thanks for coming in, but don’t come back’ email. They wished me well, said that they thought I was genuinely creative, and said that they thought I should stick to comedy and comedy writing (though they phrased it in a less brutal way than “Don’t get ideas above your station you glorified clown! Stick to being an idiot and leave the serious stuff to other people ok? And don’t come back!”). It was probably the nicest job rejection I’ve had so far, and that’s actually quite an honour by this point, given the almost ridiculous number I’ve had. Suffice to say, they’ll be getting a nomination at the ‘Andy Ward Failure Awards 2010′. The world’s premier awards show for celebrating failure in the face of adversity. All the stars will be coming out for it, there’ll be… me, and… pfft… the dog maybe? If he’s attending. He might give it a miss unless I put a pig’s ear in a goody bag. Have to see what I can do.

Despite it being a nice rejection, the fact remains that it’s still a rejection, and I remain without a proper job, a good 18 months or so after I’ve graduated. Things really are not looking good, which is why it’s all the more important that I actually put my tracksuit on, run up some steps and actually get writing. Or do some more stand-up. These are the things that I might actually be good at. I won’t know until I’ve given it a proper shot.

Though having said that, I’ll probably just waste all my time messing about on facebook. Let’s see how things go. And as I type this, a tune called ‘War/Fanfare From Rocky’ comes on. Evidently this is what Rocky wants me to do. Thanks Rocky, you hero.

Lottery cubes.

I didn’t get round to blogging yesterday as I must have been doing something in the morning (though I have absolutely no idea what it was now), and set off for my stand-up course fairly early on in the afternoon. There wasn’t much to be said yesterday really though, though I did go to a pretty good restaurant in the evening before my course. It was a Thai restaurant called Sabai. It was cool. You could buy wooden elephants. I didn’t, because they were about £50, but if the desire had taken me, I could have owned a wooden elephant. Probably not the most important factor to many people when deciding whether to visit a restaurant or not, the presence of ornate animals, but I liked it. The food was also great. Overall, my review of this restaurant is: very good. Mind you, I’m happy eating anywhere, apart from, as we’ve probably established in an earlier tale from this very blog ‘Hank and Alan’s Mushroom and Onion Shack’. I don’t go there anymore.

Anyway, I had my stand-up course. I practiced some material. It went well, so I’m happy. I’ll continue to try new material every week until I’ve got to what’s known as a ‘killer 5′, which is, I’m led to believe, a level up from a ‘great 5′. I’m not quite sure where a high 5 fits into this heirarchy, but probably fairly high up. Although no doubt it’s probably been demoted considerably from where it was in lieu of Halifax deciding they’ve not had enough fun ruining the economy, so have seemingly set out to vanquish high fives with their almost impossibly annoying adverts. I say I’m working towards a killer 5 anyway, though I don’t actually have a ‘great 5′ yet. I’ve probably got a ‘fluctuating 5′. There are good parts. I like it, or at least, I seem to remember I liked it before I became so used to it I can’t remember whether or not it was funny.

I spent this morning at work, assembling promotional cubes for the National Lottery Euromillions draw on Friday. This required me to use my brilliant engineering talents to fold cardboard and insert tabs into holes. You’d think this was easy enough, indeed, many people would be hard pressed to mess this up. I did though, and my first attempt became some kind of hideous mutant cube. Before I could correct my mistake though it scuttled off and hid in the air conditioning system. I decided not to say anything, and continued to craft cubes.

Having finished my craftery, I found stood around with about 4 Euromillions cubes. I wasn’t sure exactly what I was meant to do with them. I had several ideas, though I’m not entirely sure customers would have appreciated being pelted with cardboard cubes by a man shouting ‘IT’S A ROLLOVER!’ as they walked into the shop to pick up their newspaper. Besides, they had bigger concerns. I heard the padding of tiny feet on metal, and looked up at the air conditioning vent. There was a brief moment of silence, then the vent flew down to the ground, and a nearby customer who had just come in for a bag of sugar and a Caramac got dragged in screaming. I tried to save them, but could only half-heartedly shout ‘It’s up to £85 million you know…’ as I gently threw another Euromillions cube in that general direction. I was quite tired, and to be honest, I couldn’t be bothered serving any more customers anyway.

Shortly afterwards, there was a growl, and then a giant ballpoint pen spewed out of the vent. I helped the ballpoint pen to it’s… point, and asked if it was ok. “I’M A BALLPOINT PEN!” It screamed in anguish. “I ONLY CAME IN FOR A BAG OF SUGAR AND A CARAMAC!”

I somehow felt this was my fault. After all, I was the one who had released the mutant cube into the wild, and now he was regurgiating people as ballpoint pens.

“Ah, don’t worry about it.” I said, as I patted the manpen on the back. “Think about how much time you’ll save on signing cheques!” I quickly realised this made little to no sense, but I reckon this manpen had greater concerns on his mind.

“Isn’t there something you can do? Can’t you do something? DO SOMETHING!” Shouted the pen.

“I could probably let you have a Caramac for free.” I said.

“BUT I’M STILL A PEN!”

“A pen with a Caramac.”

“BUT A PEN!”

“Oh fine, look, I’ll see what I can do.” I said. I’d been up since 6 AM. Going toe to toe with a mutated lottery cube was the last thing I needed right now, but I could see I was going to have to do something. I picked up a nearby broom and hauled myself up into the vent.

It was dark in the vent. I struggled to see exactly what I was doing, though somewhere in the distance I could hear the chattering of teeth. Lottery teeth. I crawled through the vent, using my mobile phone to light the way. The chattering of teeth got gradually louder, which meant I must have been going in the right direction. But then, it’s a small shop, our ventilation system isn’t the largest. Anyway, as I rounded the corner after crawling for 7 miles, my phone illuminated the small figure of a Euromillions mutant. I had cleverly managed to sneak up behind it. This was my chance to take him down quickly and easily. I reached for my AK47, but as I did, I accidentally banged my elbow against the side of the vent. “Argh!” I shouted. The cube leapt round and let out a piercing battle cry of ‘DREAAMMM NUMBEEEERRRRRRR!’ I panicked and began to fire my AK47, spraying rounds all over the place as the tiny cube leapt about the vent like a rubber frog. After I’d fired off about 150 rounds, the trigger began to click. My heart skipped a beat as I realised that this was not good news. Thankfully, my panic was short lived as I looked across to see the mutant cube lying still at the other end of the vent, bleeding numbers, dead.

I shuffled back the way I’d come and out of the vent.

“Andy, you’ve freed me from my curse!” Shouted the manpen, now just a man, as he danced with his Caramac.

“Please, I was just doing my job.” I said, as I brushed the dust off myself. “Now let’s scan that Caramac and forget about this whole thing.”

“Andy, I need to have a word with you.” Said my supervisor, emerging as a character from nowhere. “There are 7 corpses in the vegetable aisle riddled with bullets. Do you know anything about this?”

“No…” I said, as I folded my origami AK47 behind my back and subtley placed it in my back pocket.

“Well, in that case, as you were.”

“Ok. Now, I’ve just got one last question for you.” I said, as I turned to the former manpen.

“What is it?”

“Do you want one bag of sugar or two?”

We both laughed, high fived, and froze as we watched the credits scroll up the screen to the music of Duran Duran. That was pretty much the end of the day. Neither of us had anticipated that it would take up around 1200 words on a blog post, but you know, sometimes that’s just the way it goes. Now I’m off to eat some tiny pancakes like a Shrove Giant.

My microphone is rubbish.

The heralded microphone arrived today, that I’ve been hoping will allow me to make lovely podcasts at home, and cart a laptop about the country like some kind of electronic David Dimbleby to revive the Llamageddon podcasts too. It came in a big box, which was very exciting. I rarely get parcels, and when I do they’re just full of severed hands and notes saying ‘I STILL KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER’, which has got quite tiring now. They can’t even be meant for me, I didn’t do anything last summer. I went to Edinburgh for a few days and did a number of shift at One Stop, I don’t know whose wrath I could have incurred for that. Presumably the wrath of a man who hates two things, haggis and convenience stores. They call him ‘The Convenient Haggis Killer’. If your Haggis isn’t overly complicated, to the point where you can’t even open it because it’s sealed with a cryptex, I’d lock your doors.

Anyway, yeah, the microphone arrived today. It’s a Logitech USB Microphone if anybody cares. I was very excited. I’d started planning podcasts I was going to release. There were lots of exciting plans. Then I plugged it in and gave it a try. It is, for want of a better word, bobbins. Spectacularly bobbins. I mean, admittedly, it only cost £16 on Amazon, but it had some really good reviews. People were saying things like “This microphone is surprisingly good for £16! Wowzers!” etc, and I thought that it would thus be a great product. It is not. Unless you want to sound like Robocop, and most of the time, I don’t. I had some Robocop pyjamas once, when I was around 5 or 6. I think they’re my favourite item of clothing ever. How I miss them. Anyway, the microphone. The final insult is that when it’s assembled, it actually looks like a giant middle finger. I can’t help but think this is deliberate.

Looking for better options, I can see that I’m probably going to have to fork out around £100 if I want something properly decent. This is a considerable amount of money when you’re working part-time in a rubbish job. I should really look into getting sponsored. Perhaps by Pure Waffle. There could be absolutely no more perfect sponsor for our podcast than Pure Waffle I believe. I’m pretty much already their spokesperson without earning any money. Anybody I’ve spoken to for longer than about 5 minutes will attest to this, and yet, as far as I’m aware, none of the many people I’ve recommended Pure Waffle to have yet listened to what I’m saying and actually gone there. It’s near Selfridges in London. Look it up on Google Maps, and when you go there, don’t let yourself by fooled by the nearby ‘Gourmet Wonder Waffle’ stands. They’re not what I’m talking about. Pure Waffle is pretty much the Mecca of waffles. Maybe I should organise a coach trip there. We’ll all pile onto our bus and sing songs about waffles, before we

I’VE GOT SOME SOUP DOWNSTAIRS!

Sorry, I just remembered that. I bought some this morning. I’m going to have some soon, that’ll be fun.

Anyway, we’ll pile onto our bus, and sing songs about waffles, then all bundle into Pure Waffle, to the delighted smiles of their patron, Mr Waffle (I don’t know his name, but he’s always there, and he seems very friendly), who’ll say “Andy, finally this sponsorship has paid off! Have a lifetime’s supply of cash!”, to which I’ll reply “Don’t be silly Mr Waffle! I’ll just have one of your pecan and butterscotch waffles and a glass of horlicks and we’ll call it quits.” Then he’ll probably say something along the lines of “God bless us, every one” and we’ll all eat the biggest goose in the city. It’ll be magical.

Failing that, none of you will actually turn up, apart from me, who’ll chug up in a dusty old megabus, vomit up a chair that I accidentally inhaled because it wasn’t properly secured to the floor, then proceed to be sworn at by Mr Waffle for three hours straight because the 200 customers I promised haven’t actually materialised.

Anyway, yeah. Maybe they’d sponsor us. I’m off to get some soup now. Maybe soup would sponsor us. Not Heinz or anything. Just soup in general. Llamageddon, sponsored by soup. That would make my life.

Facebook experiment.

Today I have deactivated my facebook account. Probably only for a week, but who knows really? The point is that I’m doing it to see whether it’s really as much of a drain on my time as I think it is. Quite often I’d just log onto facebook and just mindlessly sit there doing nothing for ages, getting no writing done as I did. There’s a lot of writing to be done this year, especially since, annoyingly, I’ve recently discovered that the idea for the sitcom I’d finished has already sort of been done about 30 years ago. At least, I think it has, I’ll probably need to do more research into that. There are lots of other ideas to be worked on anyway, so with any luck, not being on facebook should help me do a bit of this.

So far in my time away from facebook I’ve not done too much of any great use, but then, to be fair, it’s only been about 4 hours. I’ve looked for laptops, and think I’ve decided on the one I’m going to get, so will try and acquire that within a week or so, which should allow the Llamageddon podcasts to get back on track. Though the recording quality from recording on a laptop will probably be lower, it’ll be both cheaper and easier than recording in a studio which we’d have to book in advance. We’ll be able to record wherever, which will mean we’ll hopefully be able to get them out fairly regularly. More regularly than the ‘once every 4 months’ average that we managed last year anyway. Being able to record anywhere also gives us the scope for more interesting things. Potentially. I say interesting things, in reality this’ll probably just be us sitting in a bar recording as we get progressively more drunk, leading to an altogether more aggressive version of ‘Jafar? Cakes?’ in which every incorrect answer is punished by a chair being thrown. Exciting.

In other news, the company I went to for an interview last week haven’t contacted me at all. This is very good news. It means they’re obviously taking their time drafting a lucrative contract full of exciting benefits. I can’t wait for it to arrive. In the meantime, I’ve got some exciting yoghurts in the fridge, some of them are chocolate, some of them are toffee. It’s really very exciting if you like toffee and chocolate, which I kind of do, so maybe I’ll treat myself to one of those later.

I can see that at some point in future, I’m going to have to make a blog post titled ‘yoghurt experiment’. I probably spend more time discussing yoghurts and eating them than I do on facebook. That’s the real drain on my time.

Anyway, things to do this week:

- Try and finish this new sitcom.
- Book some more stand-up gigs.
- Eat a yoghurt (I’ll tick this one off fairly soon).
- Maybe have some port? Does port assist with writing? Find out.
- Build a fort. A writing fort.
- Have some port in your writing fort.
- Find something else that rhymes with port. Incorporate it into your fort.

I’m an ambitious man.

2010 – A Good Year?

This is my first post of 2010. Let me just say, there’s no evidence as yet that this will be a good year, but I’d rather hope it was. I am going to start optimistic and let the optimism gradually leak out of me like a morbid teapot. Anyway, what have I been doing so far this year I hear none of you cry? Well, let me tell you!

Nothing.

Actually, that’s not true, I’ve been doing a few things. Today I even had an interview. I thought it went ok, by which I mean I didn’t say anything particularly stupid. Oh, the times we were having, we all laughed, I sipped my water casually, as if to say “Hey! I’m sipping my water! Casually! I’m one of you guys! Eh? Eh?” Let me tell you, if we’d each had long enough arms, I’m sure we’d have all been sat round slapping each other on the back in a jovial manner. Alas, the distance between us was somewhat too large, and it would have been too disturbing to actually get up, walk across, slap them on the back, then slowly limber back to my seat in silence. Perhaps if I’d had Go Go Gadget arms then it would have been a possibility, but the fact is, I don’t, so it would have been even worse if I’d tried to engage them.

“And then I said, hey, that’s not a biscuit, that’s my cat!”

“Hahahaha! Good one! GO GO GADGET ARMS!”

[Silence]

“What did you say?”

“Nothing. ABORT! ABORT GADGET ARMS!”

“Ok, well… ooh, is that the time? Well, you know, we’ll… be in touch…”

“Thanks! GO GO GADGET HELICOPTER! BYEEEEEE!” [Crash through door]

It was something to do anyway. No doubt they’ll be in touch within a few days with the traditional ‘Well, thanks for coming in, unfortunately, there were a lot of strong candidates…’ etc, but hopefully not. Seeing as this is the year of optimism and everything, I’m going to predict that in a couple of days they’ll be in touch with a six-figure salary and a shiny jacket that says ‘KING OF THE BUILDING: ASK ME ABOUT MY GADGET ARMS’. This will happen.

I’ve also started another stand-up course. This is an advanced course, following on from the beginner’s one I did a few months ago that I’ve discussed on here. It’s great. Basically, every week I just get to get on stage, practice material and get feedback on it before I take it out to gigs. It’s a lot of fun, and everybody is very friendly. I haven’t actually done a stand-up gig since November now, as I’ve run out of bookings, but I’m hoping to get back into doing it soon. I should email more people. Maybe that’s what I’ll do.

I also hope to finish another script this month, which would be a hell of an effort, since it’s only 1/3 done, and there’s only 11 days left. Let’s make that a draft perhaps. A draft of the script would be nice. Oh, and also I’m hoping to revive Llamageddon for a better run over the next few weeks. More regular podcasts rather than just one every 4 months or so. That would be good. Maybe release some other stuff too. That would be super good. A good megazord. Anyway, I’m quite tired and I’ve got to go to work soon, so I’m going to end here. Bye!

2009 – A bad year.

I thought that what with it being the last day of the year, I should post up a summary of exactly how the year has gone. It’s probably fair to say it’s not been the best year I’ve ever had. At the beginning of the year I made some resolutions, well, not resolutions as such, but I wrote myself a list of things that I wanted to achieve this year. There were about 8 things on that list, and I’ve not achieved one of them. I don’t know where it all fell apart, but somewhere along the line it did. Hence, it has not been brilliant.

Back in January, I was still on the dole after about 6 months of joblessness, which was broken up by a week where I worked in a bottle factory screwing the lids on bottles. Oh, the times we had. The japery we got up to. “Hey! Screw those lids on those bottles!” “Ok.” Ah, banter. This was made more disappointing by the fact that the end of 2008 had been so promising. I’d had a series commissioned by Channel 4, I’d won an award and been nominated for another. It kind of felt like things might be ok. They were not. Obviously, the series commission fell through because of a lack of money, but as well as that, I don’t think I capitalised on what I’d achieved enough. I kind of sat back and hoped that somebody might notice me. This was a mistake, since nobody did. Also in January, I actually did professionally produce the ghost stories I’d written with Demus Productions in Glasgow. This was hugely important, since whilst their production was spot on, I managed to mess up what had been good through changing what worked, based on feedback I’d received from some judges at the Student Radio Awards. This made me realise what a thin line there was between something that works, and something that doesn’t, and it’s something that since then has almost driven me to obsession. If you were to read back through my blog posts throughout the year, you’d see just how much I’ve talked about a sitcom I’m writing, and how it was ‘nearly finished’. It’s been in this state of ‘nearly finished’ since about April or May, simply because I’ve become obsessed with every aspect of it being perfect. Not perfect in the sense of ‘oh, this is the best thing I’ve ever read’, because I’ll be honest, it’s not The Sopranos or anything. It is, however, what I want it to be, and this may be all I want. I’d sooner have something brilliant that never makes it to TV than compromise and produce something I wasn’t happy with simply for the sake of having my own show. It actually is finished now though, or at least, the first episode. Over the next year I’d like to do something with it, hawk it about to some companies and see if they’re interested. I don’t know what’ll happen, but at least it’ll be something to keep me occupied in 2010.

I had some job interviews this year too. I’d do a roll call of companies who have turned me down, but you’d just be scrolling down the page for days if anybody does read this. It would have been nice to have one of those jobs, if just for the improved quality of life, but in all honesty, I’m not sure that’s what I want to do. I’ve never really known what I want to do as such, all through my life I’ve thought “Well, I’ll work it out soon.” When I went to university, I thought that by the time I came out I’d have worked out what I wanted to do with my life, and I still hadn’t. Thankfully, because of the economic crisis, this wasn’t a problem, as there weren’t any jobs anyway, so I still had time to think.

Have I mentioned that I ate two pieces of fish today by the way? I did. That’s not what I wanted to do as a career, but it’s an interesting aside. After one piece of fish I started to think ‘can I really get through the second, and all these chips?’ And I did. If only I’d written this on my list of things to achieve at the beginning of the year then I could have at least ticked one thing off. I’ll put it on my list of things to do in 2010, then I can consider myself to be a success next December. It would count as cheating if I were to add ‘eat a Kinder Bueno’ to my list of things to achieve in 2009 now wouldn’t it? I’m going to do it anyway. I smashed it yesterday. A genuine sense of dread spread across my body as I realised I’d crushed the Kinder Bueno in my bag with a bottle of water. These are the issues that really hit me hard. Crumbly Bueno. I’m practically Jeremy Paxman with my no nonsense grasp of the world’s real issues.

Anyway, I digress. I think I may now have worked out what I want to do with my life. There are certain things I truly love, and comedy is one of them. It really does make me happy (that’s kind of the point of comedy though I suppose). I’d like to commit more effort to pursuing this in 2010. I get the feeling that if I don’t give it a real go, then I’ll just look back on this with regret when I’m older, and I’ve already got more than enough regrets to last a lifetime. I’ve had a lovely time doing stand-up fairly casually this year, and even though I’ve had some catastrophic gigs, I do think I’m improving quite well now. I think one of my highlights from this year was the stand-up course I did, which really did help me realise where I was going wrong and helped me develop. I’m starting an advanced version of the course in about a week or so, and I’m quite excited. I’m not sure where I’d like to be in a year’s time in regard to stand-up, as there’s no marked-out path as such. I’d love to be on a bill with a professional comic or two though. That would be brilliant. I’d like to make that happen. Maybe it will.

I realise that things might not be good at the moment, working part-time at One Stop was never exactly my dream, but I genuinely believe that it’s still possible to turn this round next year. I’ve been ridiculously lazy this year, and I’d like to think that next year I’ll work harder (despite saying this at the beginning of every year, a resolution that typically lasts for a good 3 weeks before I get annoyed and sit about watching repeats of Friends and eating marmalade cake. Though I have also got into Countdown a bit this year, because it’s brilliant. I also resolve to get at least a 7 letter word at some point). If at the end of 2010 I’m still in this same position, I’d like to at least know what it wasn’t through lack of trying, which is what really annoys me about 2009. Good riddance to you 2009! You rogue!

So, in conclusion, my resolutions.

1. Eat two bits of fish again. Maybe video tape it?
2. Eat a Kinder Bueno.
3. Get at least a seven letter word on Countdown.
4. Discover a secret cavern full of treasure.
5. Sell some treasure.
6. Buy lots of Kinder Buenos.
7. Dole out Kinder Buenos whilst shouting “They Kinder Buenos are on me!”
8. Deal with lawsuit from the Milky Bar Kid.
9. Counter-suit the Milky Bar Kid.
10. Taunt the Milky Bar Kid.
11. Visit the Milky Bar Kid in jail. Bake a cake for him with a file in.
12. Wait until Milky Bar Kid escapes from jail.
13. Hunt the Milky Bar Kid for sport.
14. Capture the Milky Bar Kid.
15. Place the Milky Bar Kid in Alcatraz.
16. Wait for Milky Bar Kid to take over Alcatraz, despite it being abandoned.
17. Dress as Sean Connery and break into Alcatraz to try and take him down.
18. Deal with lawsuit from Sean Connery.
19. Try some eggnog?
20. Counter-suit Sean Connery for all the eggnog he’s got.
21. Buy a garage for all your eggnog.
22. Field questions from the press on ‘why does your garage smell of eggnog?’
23. Stop listening to ‘A View To A Kill’.
24. Reverse the polarity of something. Maybe a lute.
25. Connect 5.

I think that’s about enough resolutions for one year. Looking back, this hasn’t been so much a summary of 2009 as it has been a rant about the things I’ve ranted about all year. Suffice to say, this is why I won’t be appearing on Jools Holland’s annual Hootenannay this year. “Yeah Jools, and do you know what else I hated about 2009? Screwing on bottle lids! Yeah, you heard me! Anyway, let me tell you about my sitcom…”

[2 hours pass]

“… and if I could be a bit better at stand-up, that would be cool too I suppose.”

“We’ve missed the clock hitting midnight thanks to you you stupid bastard!”

“Oh shut up Jools! It’s not even New Year’s Eve! IT’S NOT EVEN NEW YEAR’S EVE YOU FRAUD! IT’S OCTOBER NOW! IT’S PRE-RECORDED!”

“I’ll give you pre-recorded!”

“Bring it on you jazz hobbit!”

[Cue brutal bloody battle]

I’d watch it if it were like this. Anyway, happy new year to everybody. I hope you all have a good year.