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I did it. And not just for the promised 28 days. I didn't want to risk eating a Solero from a service station where I would be overcharged for something that had been improperly stored and melted and frozen again. So I waited until I got home, which thanks to a major jam on the M25 was not until 2pm and as I ate my last Solero at lunchtime on 31st Jan, that's another whole day for free.
Here's me about to eat my first Solero in what feels like 29 life times. Will you see me eat it?
Maybe if you join my Only Fans.
The first one back didn't taste as good as I remember. They've probably changed the recipe. Even though the one I had had been in my freezer since January.
A whole month without Soleros!
It's also been fifty months without booze, but that's hardly worth commenting about
It's tough being away from the family (also lovely), but I didn't get to see the kids today as they were having a sleepover at their grandparents so Catie and me could have a date in London. I am also going into London first thing tomorrow for a radio interview so won't see them until I get back from that.
We did get to have a date though and headed into town for an early dinner and to see Jena Friedman at the Soho Theatre. It was a fun work in progress show, which seemed pretty much like the finished article to me, with some challenging political stuff and lots of silly and rude stuff and a great argument as to why being a motherfucker is the greatest of compliments (though maybe not if it's your own mother). Still a few chances to see
https://sohotheatre.com/events/jena-friedman-motherfcker/ I used to hang out at the Soho Theatre a lot back in the day, as well as seeing and doing shows here. I am not sure when I was last here though and a long time has passed since the days I'd get drunk here. It felt a bit like the Fringe, where I once felt at the centre of things, but now am just some old man on the periphery. Which I am happy about. Apart from being old. Things must move on.
Some people claim on social media that people (including myself) are only doing or saying something as a desperate attempt to remain relevant. If they say it about me I always take it as a compliment that they thought I was once relevant. What a nice thing to say, however inaccurate. I am happy to have played my part and been allowed to continue and that enough people remain interested that I can still make a living from this job. I am not taking anything for granted and know it might not last forever, but equally I am not going to do anything desperate to try and turn the tide. If anything the desperate stuff I do seems designed to limit my appeal, but I still won't stop doing it.
This is a lovely theatre and a great place to hang out if you are still in that period of life where such a thing is possible. I liked looking at the posters and pictures of past shows and comedians, even if my own legendary efforts here have been forgotten. Never relevant. I told you.
