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As I opened the gate to leave for the morning dog walk/stone clear, there was a man with a dog directly opposite. He saw me and Wolfie and said, “No testosterone?”
I was going to defend myself and say that even though I’d lost a ball, the remaining one was pumping out at least double his usual output. But luckily I realised he was asking about the dog. His dog only had problems with male dogs, so as long as mine was female we’d be OK. Weird way of asking though. You can understand why I nearly got defensive.
It was fun to get back to stone clearing and with me still being mildly light-headed it’s the ideal place to be in to create the stream of consciousness required for a top chapter. And I can’t remember anything I said, so it must be a good one.
Have a listen.
Nearly time for the kids to go back to school, but for now we’re having to manage working and childcare and I had the morning session with the kids. As it was the last day of the school holidays (for Phoebe - Ernie goes to his new nursery on Friday) I thought it was important that the kids got some good TV watching in. But I was still a bit too delicate to do much else with them.
My school holidays were spent pretty much only watching TV, so I feel that I am giving them a taste of family history. Though they get to choose whatever show they want rather than being forced to watch whatever is on. No “Why Don’t You?” for them. Or for me actually. For a long time I thought I was pretty clever because every time the theme tune said “Why don’t you just switch off your television set and go and do something less boring instead?” I would say, “OK then” and turn off the TV and go and do something else. I thought I was showing “Why Don’t You?” there. I wonder how many other smart ass viewers they lost.
It was (sometimes) quite a good show, so it was my loss and in the end I did start watching it, which was lucky as we pitched Fist of Fun (series one, at least) as Why Don’t You for adults.
Pretty much all of my ideas are repurposing 1970s TV for grown ups. TMWRNJ was the Banana Splits for adults and Twitch of Fun is every kids show of the 70s for adults. Sometimes not even the “for adults” bit.
Even the snooker is just 1970s TV for idiot adults.
So though my mum and dad told me nothing good would come of me watching TV and spending my book tokens on Peanuts books, they were very wrong. And I expect my kids to subvert my expectations by not parodying Captain Underpants in twenty years time, but instead work in investment banking. After all I’ve given them
I had the afternoon to work, but aside from thinking a little bit about what might happen in the next five episodes of Relativity (and realising I had nowhere near enough ideas yet), I mainly just watched quiz shows. But again I probably earned more money on TV quiz shows than I did from doing my job (sadly the money went to charity). So I can claim that that was a productive afternoon too.
A real pleasure to catch up with Matthew Holness from off of Garth Marenghi and Possum and Bruiser for RHLSTP in Norwich.
Out now - audio only
The pic makes us look like we’re in a new detective show or about to get married. Or both. Keen for any of that tbh
