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Tuesday, July 31st, 2007

Mugging Anniversary

So tomorrow is the start of August, and August means Edinburgh and flyers. Oh yes, even if your Edinburgh show is about environmental problems, today, you had better be boarding the irony free express with your 10,000 leaflets warning us of global disaster ,“A humorous show with a poignant look at our ultimate demise” (3 stars: the vegetarian weakly) . Not a spelling mistake – thought you were ready for a play on words – ok you’re not.

This leafleting or flyers (bloody Americanism) must work, otherwise they wouldn’t do it. If you have been to the festival a few times I guess you would simply ignore the pushed in your hand flyers. Instead you would simply read the reviews in the Scotsman newspaper and/or speak to your friends about which shows they liked. Or because this is Edinburgh, you could even talk to the strangers in the queues for other shows. Oh yes it is OK, these people mostly read, so talking to new people is considered a novelty. Although be warned who you talk to at 2 a.m., as many years ago I was mugged quite severely on Princes’ Street.

I had been up to the proper festival (not the fringe) to see my friend from LA perform in “West Side Story” and I was in a great mood – life was good but about to change. I was walking with my girl friend at the time, when up ahead my two male friends were having their heads kicked in for being English. This was in the bad times before racism was eradicated in Scotland. My girlfriend screamed, which is always the point in the movie when the guy has to do something. Without missing a beat I ran up to the gang of 15 or so (not an exaggeration, I just did not stop to count). When I jumped in to the circle of violence, I immediately performed the first few moves of a Kata I had learnt from a Karate expert – Oh yes impressive stuff, fair to say, at this point I am sure my girlfriend was still my girlfriend, in fact I was probably being “earmarked” for promotion to possible father of her children. Their very first kick to “my town halls” probably had her reconsider the fathering bit. In hindsight since we had just seen West Side Story I might as well have approached side ways, crouching down and clicking my fingers in a hard man kind of dance which slightly lets itself down when you start with the (quite camp in my opinion) jazz hands. Anyway I didn’t. After that first kick it all went in slow motion. Slow motion was probably appropriate as my Karate was probably more like Tai Chi, considering how much lash we had all consumed. It was only when I was in hospital looking like a panda with tender “towns” that I thought, did I really expect them to run away after my ridiculous moves – I had seen it work for Bruce Lee in the movie Fists of Fury. Bruce Lee of course had a strict diet and never drank alcohol at all – we on the other hand had skipped two meals that day and taken full advantage of the relaxed Scottish Licensing Laws.

Just for the record I was the most badly injured out of the three of us. The other two had simply curled up in a ball and had only rib and hand damage. They never actually thanked me for distracting the assailants (listen to me assailants – I mean twats). But to me the impersonations my two friends did of me, to all our friends, for the next two years was high praise indeed.

I remember the very next day, walking to Waverley station and waving away my wavy haired girlfriend for the last time. Dignity could never be repaired to that level surely.

Monday, July 30th, 2007

Online again at last

Well finally the internet is back on.  When it was off I thought I should really go on a computer course so I know what the hell I am doing.  But when the internet is reconnected I think I have better things to do than learn the complicated ways of I.T..  Mind, having said that, Paul (my computer guru friend) did fix my connection by putting a pin in the back of my router and twiddling it.  Yes the problem was solved as simply as resetting a £1.99 petrol station digital watch – who would have thought?  So now my computer knowledge is increased to, A. Switching the computer off, then switching it on again, and B. The twiddling of the pin in the router – who needs a course, I am practically an expert.

I have to admit my wife was right as the complimentary airplane eye covers are working a treat.  Also when I go to the toilet in the night, I like to slip them on to the top of my head and if I squint I look like I have a full head of hair.  Tempted to get a wig I stop squinting and realise it looks like someone has painted my head – not so good.

I have a great wife (remember she bought me the Derren Brown book) – even though she was going to work early I still get a flask of coffee by my bedside.  She is being extra nice to me after Friday night.  It was one of those business and pleasure mixing incidences – you know what I mean – the old “oh I am in Newcastle on Friday I finish at 10:30 what say I pick you up after your firm’s night out at say 10:45”.  What could possibly go wrong with that well intentioned offer?  Well, when I arrived they had lost one of their revellers (a young very attractive trainee).  To cut a long story short, I was still looking for a beautiful 20 year old blonde at 1am in the morning (and not in a good Rod Stewart sort of way neither).  This was my busiest weekend of the year with 4 gigs (and lots of travelling) still to do over the weekend – I was not happy.

I should point out this is a real one off for my wife who prefers reading to going out and getting hammered (she even misses rounds and occasionally drinks water during the evening).  She will never pass herself off as a Geordie with those shenanigans.  No my wife is an educated lady, who has more books than the Sunderland branch of Waterstones (don’t be making your own jokes up there).

Anyway, she has to be good to me because I am going into hospital this morning to make an operation appointment for September.  I have an athletic injury (even young people get this injury) Ok it is a hernia, but I refuse to talk about it being “routine surgery” as that always reminds me of Billy Crystal’s talk to the school children in “City Slickers” when he lapses into the depressing parts of the ageing process.

I hope I don’t have to wear the backwards gown – that is just embarrassing – surely the doctors know not all problems can be solved going in that way.  Put it this way, I will be very disappointed if the doctor asks me to bend over and approaches twiddling a pin and saying “I learnt this from an I.T. expert”.

Sunday, July 29th, 2007

The blog from bed

It is another early start, 5-30 a.m. – finally the rain has stopped, in fact it is the sun that has woken me (usually it is my highly motivated and extremely disciplined wife).  I am a good husband and say nice things about my wife, don’t I? Although it is strange how married couples speak to each other in private isn’t it?  Insults you would never say to another human being – even dogs would be saying “hey! that was not called for”.  It is of course mainly light hearted but the words little idiot do crop up too often.  At least we aren’t one of those couples who disrespect (I am older than 15 so can’t bring myself to say Diss) their partner in public.  I am usually forgiving of such couples if I think it is just an unresolved argument settling.  But really it is not on, when everything the poor bloke says is greeted with the superior look and the accompanying Phil Mitchell sigh (No I don’t watch Eastenders, I just watched “Harry Hill’s Burp” taking the mickey out of the deviant thespian displaying all his acting skills).

Anyway like I said it was the sun that woke me – yes the sun finding the only gap in our otherwise blacked out bedroom.  It has started to find this gap at 4-30 a.m. until 6 a.m.  My wife says I should wear complimentary airplane black out eye covers, which make you look like an Irish Lone Ranger (arhh I do love an old 1970’s Irish joke – relax it is post modern irony).  I refuse to wear them as it is a slippery slope to an orthopaedic bed and walk in bath.

They say that the best time for creative writing (and exercise) is first thing in the morning.  So here I am writing today’s blog (and hopefully some hilarious new material) from my bed (you try telling your boss you would like to do the same – see what he says).  And of course I will use this as my excuse for not exercising – brilliant, what a clever (soon to be overweight) genius I am.

Nothing starts without coffee though, so the secret will be to get down the stairs and pick up a breakfast tray before all the great comedy bits slip from my head.  I make some quick notes (in fact these ones here) and rush downstairs.  I return making a note to set out breakfast tray the night before, as it took too long and I am sure some comedy nuggets must have filtered out by now (I also make note not to make bad gold mining analogies).

I have just realised I am taking this blog really seriously.  Although I suppose I should try to make it interesting so as you read it.  But on the other hand, it is only meant to kick start me to write top comedy which I can then seamlessly weave into my stand up act.  It is not meant to end up as a day by day autobiography to be used if I achieve a certain level of fame.

People often ridicule such autobiographies saying some of the “authors” are too young.  I don’t.  In fact I can’t wait for Kerry Katona’s second one titled “surviving the break in”.  And people quite wrongly had a go at Charlotte Church.  Well I can tell you that I have read Don Estelle’s autobiography and no where did it say “when I was 13, I granted the pope an audience with me”.

I get out of bed again and trip over my Derren Brown Book.  My wife saw it in Waterstones and thought I would like it.  I was ungrateful and said it was only for laymen (oh yes, we have a name for you).  I secretly read it anyway as Derren and Andy Nyman (the other brain behind the wonderful channel 4 series) are really nice guys (although I am sure they made me say that – I just realised that this joke only works if I say the words “are really nice guys” in a slow “as if I was hypnotised” way).  Andy’s son Preston is an 8 year old stand up comedian (it is a young man’s game these days I can tell you)*.  Preston is very funny although he lacks authenticity with his husband and wife material – I mean Preston, a man would never say that to his wife.  Kids ehh.

*check out the wonderful “James Campbell stand up comedy for kids”

Saturday, July 28th, 2007

Clients

Well, still no internet.  The engineer (who I am now sure, was from Seaburn, I am never wrong on accents) was unable to fix the problem.  He tried all the tasks I had already done the day before using only my scientific brain and a series of control experiments to rule out potential problems.  This sounds impressive doesn’t it?  But really it means, I switched the computer off, and then I switched it on again and I did the same with my wireless router.  Only then did I telephone all my friends who were up to chapter 2 of “internet for dummies”.  Anyway, I have a very good friend of ours coming around to fix the problem this afternoon.  Thank you Paul, we would struggle without you.

So the logistics for my travel at the weekend have now been sorted (I have checked none are flooded).  I love the travelling part of my job (best on the train but car is good too).  It is just the whole thing of looking forward to seeing a new venue and meeting with (almost without fail) lovely people who have taken the effort to book me for their event.  This is not a joke, I genuinely feel honoured to help make their function a success.  I work extra hard on my prep these days, as I am competing with TV performers who, working through agents, are charging an “arm and a leg” for their 45 minute stage act (and of course asking for Riders*).

I was once at a function where a guest speaker (I won’t say who) had simply used his generic act.  There was nothing specific about the company he was addressing and it seemed all he had done was change the company name from his last booking to the company name of his performance that night.  Maybe the audience did not spot this unforgivable lack of real homework but certainly they were not laughing.  He even did a shorter set (thank God) because the event had been delayed.

Being the crowd pleasing idiot that I am, I am always flexible and the “waiting around” time is never a chore.  Often when waiting I will get extra information I can use in my act.  Also totally unsolicited, I will receive the offer of a future booking in this waiting time.  For example, sometimes I will be talking to the guests about sport and one of them will suddenly remember that his golf club in Hampshire is having a function and would I be able to perform there.  Result.

In Edinburgh a few years ago, I was speaking with a comedian, who said he did not like having his (FREE) breakfast in the hotel with the guests the day after the evening function.   Again, this is an excellent time to receive offers of bookings.  Anyway, if it was a free bar the night before, you should be the only one able to string a few words together.  I imagined this comedian ignoring the free meal at his luxury hotel and rushing to a converted caravan in a lay-by to BUY a botulism breakfast.  These eateries are generally called things like Snax – which is not even a joke now, what with it being the correct text spelling.  Mind having said that, the other day I was in Somerset and I saw a food caravan called “Breakfast at Timothy’s” and I did want to stop but only to congratulate the owner on such a great name.

*Riders are non financial rewards given to the acts in lieu of extra cash.  They can vary from train tickets pre-paid to a 5 star hotel room and a full evening meal on the top table.  I usually insist my hotel room is painted red and white and no one is to make eye contact but then that is just me.  Don’t even get me started on red M and M’s being in my green room

Friday, July 27th, 2007

OCD

7-58 a.m. an Early Start

Today, I am waiting in for the BT engineer.  8 a.m. until 1 p.m. is the time given.  The appointment was made 5 days ago, which sounds about right, as he will need that time to get over from India.  Actually, the engineer telephoned to confirm yesterday and he sounded like he was from Seaburn – I am really good at guessing accents and years ago I was easily able to geographically pin point the voice of that daft idiot who pretended to be the Yorkshire Ripper.  As you know, that voice was from a particular area of North Sunderland where they specialise in daft idiots.

Anyway, I must remember not to leave the house in case I miss the engineer in a Murphy’s Law* sort of way.   Do I dare put the bins out at the back at 8-02 a.m. only to find a card sticking in my letterbox saying “We used a sponge to knock on your door at 8-02 and 10 seconds and waited until 8-02 and 30 seconds – sorry we missed you – your business is important to us, and anyway it is not as if you have a proper job”.

So for the last 5 days we have had no internet on our two house computers – have I missed it?  The true answer – not really.  Not because I am chilled and flexible or even because I was harking to the days when I was a Luddite – no it is because I have everything backed up on my MDA* so using my OCD I can access it every 15 minutes.  I laugh at their BT exchange problems, it can never bring down DMC&M* (although to be fair, if it is my router which is faulty, I probably won’t be laughing too hard).

I was going to go to the gym today, as I am finding it easy to work there – but if the engineer is really late I might give it a miss.  I am sure I can work just as well from home.  And it is the school holidays, so the place will be packed with children (working as test pilots for new E numbers) and not just the usual large ladies with their delusional training programmes.

So while I wait I will use my time wisely and organise my bag prep and car prep for the weekend.  No problem to an organised person such as myself.  My car for example is arranged for all emergencies – first aid, owner’s manual, extra water and oil (and last week I had the airbags adapted to turn into a dinghy).  Next, I will match up my Sat Nav with all the hotel details as well as coordinating these details with the AA’s route planner’s accounts of how to get to the venues – it might seem a bit over the top but that story of me ending up in a field in Wrexham is true.

I am going to stop there, as there is a van outside with the same logo as my service provider – either this is a coincidence or it is the engineer.  He is tall and looks like that Irish actor who does the Yellow pages adverts – if only my neighbours were in I could point out to them that he does in fact look like James Nesbit, that’s the bloke.  The neighbours aren’t in as they have proper jobs.  A bit annoying really but then again that is Murphy’s Law I suppose.

*Below are your initial problems solved*:

*OCD stands for Only Checking Doors.  No it doesn’t, that was a joke (maybe I should get a proper job).  No OCD stands for Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, which is when you are constantly tidying things or performing the same pointless activity over and over.    That reminds me I must take my big soap I don’t want to disturb the hotel displays.

*MDA stands for multimedia digital assistant – this is a chunky mobile phone with 2 sticks (in case you lose one) which you get to stab at the screen – a kind of voodoo for the 21st century.

* Murphy’s Law – this is the law that states that anything that can go wrong will go wrong.  Sometimes know as Sod’s Law – I prefer the more politically correct Murphy’s Law.

*DMC&M Don Moses Comedy and Magic: for details www.donmoses.co.uk

Thursday, July 26th, 2007

Kaiser Indian

What was yesterday’s Blog all about? Am I really having a go at the very same media I will have to court and shmooze when I start to get noticed. And isn’t it ironic that I considered informing the press (and TV) last month about the fact that a large part of my stage act is now redundant due to the indoor cigarette ban which also applies to stage performances. (I don’t smoke myself – apparently this month that activity is for people who like standing in the rain). Anyway, did I come running and screaming out from my bushel with my “life is ruined” story? – NO I forgot, but that is not the point (Note to self – hire a PR company). God I am such an idiot – it is silly season and they would have loved that story. No I shall simply work harder at my craft and the media can dance to it’s own tune. I imagine their tune to be an irritating easy to hum piece of nonsense e.g. the birdie song (ask your Dad). Oh there I go again, stop me now. But you know what I mean don’t you. After all, people aren’t going up to Ricky Gervais and saying – we hated the office and extras but loved it when you fought Anthea Turner’s Husband.

I guess what I am saying is, if I was in a band – oh I don’t know lets say the Kaiser Chiefs, I would like to write all their songs yet not be the lead vocalist or even stand at the front in videos. I would have the great satisfaction of making people happy whilst receiving critical acclaim from my peers – oh and a shed load of money – although money is not important but I assume it comes with the job – if it doesn’t I’m off to join the Arctic Monkeys -you can stick your Kaiser Chiefs, I preferred you when you went by your initials and don’t think the Sunshine Band have forgiven you either (again, ask your Dad).

So to change the subject I am off to Edinburgh for parts of August – I will keep you informed on the progress of my leg muscles as I walk between venues – Edinburgh is designed like that surreal painting of all the stairs going up, yet defying logic. Watch out for me taking a few days off from the blog and passing the responsibility on to fellow stand up comedians (some will be off the Telly). There I go ago with the “they must be better, because they are on telly” attitude.

While we are back on the subject, I think Sean Lock summed it up ten years ago when he said “He would still like to be a little bit shit so as not to be too popular”. Of course Sean went on to be one of the very best comedians in the world. Yet if you ask the general public if they know Sean Lock or Jade Goody. Both have been allowed to display their true potential via the media but only one can be happy with their position in the world.

Wednesday, July 25th, 2007

Floods

Headline “Paris released from prison sparks UK Floods”.

The trouble with Britain today is, there is a terrible Blame culture. And I want to know, who’s fault this is. I do actually know who’s fault it is of course, I just wanted to start today’s Blog with that really weak joke. It is of course the fault of the lazy “Paris Hilton obsessed and catering to the lowest common denominator” media. I am surprised the media have not come up with the following during the floods of June and July:

Is it just me or was the weather better under Tony Blair? Britain has switched from the reign of Tony Blair to the rain of Gordon Brown etc.

Whether you like Tony or not (I am not a big fan), you have to agree that towards the end of his rule he was being blamed for events which he was clearly not guilty of. The media were obviously running out of genuine reasons to have a go at Blair. For example the TV News chased him for 3 days back in January, asking for his comments on the leaked video phone pictures of Saddam Hussein’s hanging. Obviously he would say it was undignified. What did the press expect him to say ? – did they expect Tony to say “Well it was a bit boring, how about we make it more “you’ve been framed” – next time, instead of hanging, how about, trampoline and ceiling fan – what do you think?”. I suppose we knew it was coming to the end of his term when in February the BBC covered a story asking Blair to apologise for the (wait for it) ….Slave Trade. And this from the most respected TV company in the world. Yes, in other countries, the TV stations are badly editing documentaries to make important figures seem moody and also faking the winners to competitions on children’s programmes. We laugh at your silly countries with your corrupt ways.

Anyway, back to the weather. Is it Global Warming,? Of course it is. We will not accept it though. The problem is, we started too weakly with the warnings in the early days. In the 1990’s it was called “The Greenhouse Effect”, that scared nobody (and confused people who only read the headline and then started asking how many greenhouses Tony Blair had). Now we have switched to the amber alert of the words “Global Warning”. Well, “global” sounds like it is everybody’s fault and so not specifically ours and when we mention the word “warming” in Britain, all people think of is, “Corr what a scorcher, Emma 23, enjoys ice cream on the beach at Bournemouth”. So that is not an incentive for us to limit our carbon footprint, as Emma also points out that the Labour promise of 2004 was to spend on flood defence systems in high risk areas, and as she clearly states, this has not come to fruition.

They say we should learn from history so haven’t we learnt anything from the cigarette warnings which also started too weakly in the 1970’s with warnings on the side of packets stating “smoking may give you a slight cough” up to the present day warnings of “Are you all idiots?- we told you SMOKING KILLS – now go outside you disgust me”. I think the majority of the people in Britain would only consider changing their ways, if Emma 23 (with ice cream melting) announces on Page 3 “Run the Universe is on fire”. Although most people would double check to see if it was true by reading Paris Hilton’s views on the subject in Heat magazine with its catchy headline of “Universe is hot but not as hot as our August issue”.

Tuesday, July 24th, 2007

Gym Work

Today, I am back at the gym (it is really a club but that always sounds too American). I am here trying to live up to my New Year’s Resolution of exercising every day and also because the café here is a good place for me to work on scripts. I love silence but I also like the challenge of filtering out ambient noise whilst still feeling included in the community. I really can’t multi task so this works well for me.

Two large ladies walk past and I say hello and smile. I do like to smile and chat with people at the gym – not on the Underground in London though, I am not a nutter. I remember going to London once and announcing on the tube that we don’t have coloured people in our village – I am not a racist, I was 11 and had only ever seen The Black and White Minstrel Show (ask your Dad).

The gym have installed a new flat screen TV just outside of the children’s play area showing the children playing in the soft play area in real time – I assume this is so the parents can check on their little precious whilst still enjoying the café culture of the gym. It looks like a very bad episode of Big Brother (or a normal one, come to think of it): I consider telling this lame observation to the bar staff, but think better of it.

The large ladies turn out to be a couple of new members (I knew they were, as they announced it in conversation with the bar staff). One of them uses too many words to order coffee – one of those long rambling “Starbucks induced” monologues – more than 3 words to describe your beverage is unforgivable. I sit back down with my adequate yet unadventurous “pot of tea”.

The café is quite full with people of all ages – some have been exercising, some just there for lunch. The ladies (in my opinion) order too much food, wildly over-estimating how many calories have been burnt off in their first training session (let us hope it wasn’t the water aerobics class!).

Needing to go to the toilet I have to work out, whether I should just leave all my equipment at the table or ask someone to guard it. In London of course you would stand at the urinal with all your worldly possessions strapped around you like a pack horse. But this is Sunderland – should I assume an implied honesty of club members not to nick my stuff: or do I show all these nice people that I don’t like the look of them by asking only the most honest looking person around to guard my kit (this being her reward for looking trustworthy). I take my chances and leave everything.

The toilet door has the symbol of a man on it. It is not the normal stick man symbol though – no, someone at the sign design factory has decided to drag the perfectly recognisable symbol of the stick man into the 21st Century and so more befitting of 60% of our population. This was the symbol of an obese person. If you haven’t seen these new signs imagine a ginger bread man, now stand on the middle of this ginger bread man thus flattening the middle region and there is this symbol – I look at the ladies sign it is even bigger (probably because of the dress) – I wonder what our new members will think.

Monday, July 23rd, 2007

Water Aerobics

Thank you if you read yesterday’s official start to my Daily Blog. Where did all that come from, Eh? I got a bit carried away with over 700 words. Just think of it as a new TV programme which starts with a double episode, then settles to a shorter format for the series.

In my Blog I will give you details of where I am sitting when writing these daily bits. Today for example I am at my gym in Sunderland. I hate gyms but this one has eight indoor tennis courts. Surely only a reincarnated hamster would use a treadmill. No, I play tennis, chasing a ball like the reincarnated idiot dog that I am, we laugh at those stupid hamsters. I would use the outdoor swimming pool but apparently throwing sticks in the water is deemed as horseplay.

We all have to do something to stay in shape I guess, but to me the water aerobics takes the biscuit (and most probably a little bit of cake for the ladies after they have finished their strenuous workout).

If you have not seen it, it is basically women talking to each other in the swimming baths.

You are in a pool
SWIM
Is that too obvious?

After all, swimming uses every muscle in the human body. Strange isn’t it, this is one of those facts we all repeat without worrying if it is actually true. But don’t we have hundreds of facial muscles? Just a minute, when you are doing breast stroke (head above the water obviously) and someone splashes you, don’t you contort your face like Tom Cruise when he had that practical joke played on him with the timeless classic of water from pretend microphone. If you watch the video of Tom Cruise his natural reaction is to laugh immediately it is only afterwards he realises he may have been made to look a nob. It is only when he got offended that we thought he was a nob – best to go with your first reaction Tom. Anyway what I am saying is don’t try to mess with the “swimming uses every muscle in the human body” rule. God I do get sidetracked don’t I?

But water aerobics! I don’t think it will work. Their motto appears to be No Pain – that is pretty much it.

And because they are a certain age, they are supposed to consult a doctor first.

Like doctors are not busy enough, without these ladies bursting into surgeries saying, “Sure these people in the waiting room are ill, doctor, but I am thinking of moving from side to side in water, what do you think?”

Swimming baths there is your clue
It isn’t called “Swaying to the music of K.C. and the Sunshine Band” pool.
Some of these ladies are so unfit
They are doing YMCA in lower case
To me – It would only be exercise if you did it in the deep end.
Back on track, 500 words exactly.

Sunday, July 22nd, 2007

God

Today I am starting my very first real Blog. Pretty cool, eh? Of course, you do realise I have no idea what a “Blog” is. Well, more accurately, I don’t know the origins of the word, Blog. Wwaaiit a minute -What am I talking about? I could easily check that word out now, by using the brilliant search engine “Google” (not “Ask Jeeves” , as I am sure Ask Jeeves will eventually be the “Betamax of the Internet”). Oh! so that’s what Blog means; it is short for the word “weblog” – what clever nts.

That Google is great isn’t it, but I do have a problem with the Google search box. I find the Google search box to be a bit of a “stool pigeon”. You start putting in B for Blog and all sorts of previous searches drop down (a Venetian blind of shame in some households where the computer is shared – I have been told, obviously).

So, you are probably wondering, is there a God? I thought I would start with the easy topics first, then move on to whether the death penalty should be reintroduced for litter offences.

If there is a God, what kind of God do you think He / She / Cowell is?

My guess is a He. God is obviously a man – all the major religions have gone with this, and even though the level of multi-tasking required by God could only be done by a woman I am still going with the bloke God – sorry, Bloke God.

I think God would be massively impressed with the way the world has turned out. Think about it, we have communities living together in harmony with every thing from hospitals to social workers. Money is given to people who can’t work for one reason or another e.g. the ill -the infirm – the Jeremy Kyle audience. Have you seen the Jeremy Kyle show? – if you haven’t seen it, it is a daytime TV programme for people who think “Trisha” is a bit too classy. If you haven’t heard of Trisha – you most probably have a job. The teenage girls are the best on the JK show – they walk onto the stage as if getting pregnant at the age of 13 is the equivalent of splitting the atom – nobody should walk that confidently, not even Bill Gates at a school reunion. Focus Don, the topic remember. Oh yes, I think God would be very happy with the way things have turned out – I mean, when was the last time you coveted an oxen? Never – He has got to like that.

I suppose, He could also be the type of God who is very happy that people think so highly of Him, they worship Him (not sure about the wanting to kill in His name, though). But surely, God knows that there are some followers who are only “doing His work” because He is watching them (God’s full time job is watching us 24,7 – not like that lazy bastard Santa spying on his selective age group – which in this day and age is a bit creepy). The question is: would religious people behave if God’s CCTV cameras were off or at least not well supervised – as in a Homer watching the monitors at Mr. Burn’s Nuclear plant sort of way?

Or maybe God would be impressed with a person who lives their life in a secular way i.e. living a good life but with no religion. He could not get upset with that approach; surely this would ease His work load considerably. You would still be welcome to Heaven because of your good behaviour – you might have to fight it out in the Playoffs with the God botherers who let themselves down by doing a few bad things – like that bishop who got hammered.

I’d love to be bright enough to understand the concept of the soul or the even trickier (and in my opinion, logistically confusing) after-life. But really, if my wife had to explain the movie “fight club” to me three times before I got it, that Brad Pitt was Ed Norton – then really you are asking the wrong person.

So in short, I can’t help you with today’s topic of “Is there a God and what is he like?” – What am I talking about? Lets’ look it up on Google – I hear Wikipedia is also good.

Well that was my first Blog – sorry if I spoilt the end of Fight Club for you – but you should have really seen it by now.

Saturday, July 21st, 2007

Welcome to my Blog

My web manager has told me I really should be writing a Blog! Obviously, I said NO – since I am no longer 15 and recruiting for new friends.

But he is right – this is exactly what I should be doing i.e. writing every day – not the bit about recruiting new friends.

In January I wrote a long list of New Year’s Resolutions: with enough Resolutions for me and possibly four clones of me living in a 36 hour day. Two of the things on the list were exercise every day (you don’t need to be told, how well that one is going, surely) and writing 500 words every day (that is a boat load of one liners or at least one long rambling story with a belter of a punch line).

Well I have written a lot of comedy this year and road tested it all on stages at corporate functions and clubs around the country: so in reality I should not be too hard on myself. But I haven’t written everyday, as some days it is difficult to get started. So maybe this Blog will be the answer to getting me in the mood for writing. It has got to be an improvement on my usual prelude of trying to balance my pencil case on top of my paper weight: after all, footballers warm up before coming on the pitch and verbally abusing the referees. I have even heard that Fergie starts with just one stick of chewing gum half an hour before kick off.

So it is decided I will write a blog of 500 words everyday (yes everyday) and you can be my witness. This Blog will hopefully act as my fillip to continue writing more material for a couple of hours after I have finished it.

How difficult can it be? I mean, just explaining my motivation for writing this Blog has taken 322 words – so it should be a doddle. Even labouring the point like I am doing now with this quite unnecessary last sentence has taken me up to a staggering 352 words.


Don performs as a wedding magician, corporate entertainer, and after dinner speaker at events throughout the country. London Magician, Manchester Magician, Liverpool Magician, Birmingham Magician, Newcastle Upon Tyne Magician, Magician Surrey, Edinburgh Magician, Oxford Magician, Bristol Magician, Magician Milton Keynes, Leicester Magician, Leeds Magician, Magician Kent.