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I came up with the idea of harvesting all the shattered beets that are littering the field, cleaning them and selling them to beet shops. All the profit, none of the costs (apart from beet cleaner) and was delighted to get an email from Les Gray of Mud.
And then I actually wrote a sketch in the morning. It’s a sketch for Twitch of Fun, which is a new direction, but one I have been hoping to incorporate. We can film it on zoom and I managed to find some people who are willing to play the other parts, so tune in on Thursday for this and for another BIG surprise. When we can get outside and interact and film properly I hope we can do some more ambitious stuff. But this might be fun.
Might not be.
But the beauty of Twitch of Fun is that it doesn’t matter.
I am loving picking my daughter up from school at the moment. She boulders out, full of life, pretending to enjoy her freedom (but I think she loves school too). She threw her lunchbox up in the air and shouted “Catch†at me today and then ran off to the school gates like a maniac. I hope she never loses this joy. Of course she will, but we can dream that the world won’t break her.
A couple of interviews tonight, one with Times Radio about the book and one with my old Canadian friends, Orbax and Pepper (aka Oryx and Crake) who set themselves the challenge of getting a photo with me every single day of the 2012 Edinburgh Fringe and were then guests on RHEFP doing some of their highly visual stunts in an audio medium. We had a good long chat for their new podcast in which I tried to look at the positive side of the virus on the creative industry. I guess what it has taught us is that it pays to diversify. Though none of us were expecting to lose all our work because of a virus, Pepper had recently come out of a protracted period of rest as he’d detached his retina (or something along those lines) and couldn’t travel. I hope that all round the world performers are finding new ways of doing stuff, so that when (or if) we’re ever allowed back to work we have other ways of expressing ourselves. Hopefully there’s all kinds of burgeoning new art starting to develop. And not just an old man talking to dummies that he occasionally forgets aren’t really talking back to him.
