Regular readers will remember the story of how I accused my nephew
of smashing my favourite mug, only for him to be
eventually vindicated. It was probably one of the more exciting incidents to happen to me in the last seven years.
Well today fate smashed me in the face with its keen sense of irony. I was placing the mug in the dishwasher, trying to squeeze it into a space in the dishwasher that it was too big for. Despite me being rather gentle the handle broke off. I had myself smashed the mug that I had accused my nephew of breaking. Ah sweet hubris.
Doubly ironic as this is pretty much exactly the way I broke my S mug as well.
The date of September 11th will surely go down in history for this terrible tragedy.
Or maybe I can get some glue and rescue the situation.
Either way it was a heartbreaking and heart-stopping moment.
In the evening, still smarting from the loss of a beloved beverage holder I headed down to Soho to see a sketch show called "The Works". It's essentially a showcase of new writing, performed by people that you'd recognise off the telly (including the bloke who beat me to the part in Peep Show that I auditioned for about six years ago -
Rejected Dancer).
It was an enjoyable night and rather a neat idea and
here are the details if you're interested (though I am not sure if they're looking for any more scripts). I was though sitting at the back and there were a lot of cunty and arrogant industry types standing around self-importantly and talking and standing up and getting in the way with little to no regard for the rest of the paying crowd. It was the kind of situation that would have made Michael Legge furious (and if you don't read
his blog then you are a cunt too). And it also made me a bit furious too. It's a shame that so many of the people in positions of power in the world of comedy are complete knob ends, especially given the quality of the writing and acting that was going on. If these people were a bit more interested in doing their job and a bit less worried about looking important and air-kissing other cunts then the state of TV comedy shows might be in not quite such dire straits. But there were hopefully some more diligent and professional people nearer the front, because there was a lot of stuff worth seeing. And it was great to see some actors and writers taking their destinies into their own hands and getting on with it. I am sure it will lead to more opportunities for all of them. I enjoyed it very much in spite of what was going on around me. At points I began to wonder if all the arsewipes that were trying to ruin the evening for me might have been part of a sketch too. If so they were a bit overacted and stereotypical but still impressive. The barmaid who took four minutes making minute changes to the two cocktails she was making, whilst more and more people queued at the bar (she added more ice, took a taste from a straw, added more ice, more fresh lime, stirred the drink, added more ice) was pretty funny too. Maybe there's something in the idea of a comedy club where all the staff and half the audience are part of the entertainment too.
