Bit of a tired and blurry day, but then looking back at my diary for the last couple of weeks it's maybe not surprising that I am a little discombobulated. I woke up way too early and couldn't get back to sleep. But the day drifted by without me really noticing.
Andrew Collings was round at lunch and we recorded
podcast 162. He was pretty tired and stressed too, but I think it's probably good therapy for us to meet up to chat once a week and talk shit. Other more sensible people might have considered just having the week off, but we are creatures of obsessive habit and I suspect the only way we will ever stop doing this is if I actually bum him. He might be too embarrassed to return. Or, more likely, once he had experienced what it is to be with me, he would probably never leave.
In the afternoon I did some research for my floundering Cheddar Caves based comedy drama by watching a documentary about the water voles that live in the Gorge. I might re-write the whole script so it is just about swimming voles and the crazy antics they get up to. I don't know if British TV is ready for an aquatic vole based drama, but that is what the BBC are going to get, because unfortunately they have paid for a pilot script for the man on the edge of a nervous breakdown. But I had never envisaged that watching a 70 minute documentary about water bound rats could be classified as research.
It is slightly worrying now how much I have to do and how little time there is to do it in, but more concerning is my lack of fear or imperative to knuckle down. I hope this isn't the week that I finally run out of all ideas.
I passed some more time being interviewed about my non-existent third series of AIOTM by a man who had flown over from Ireland (especially I think) and did some shopping and then came back to watch myself on Have I Got News For You. Loads of ace stuff had of course hit the cutting room floor (no Nick Clegg wanking off David Cameron or Nave Seals bumming Bin Laden for some reason, although they did cut in the conversation about me asking Samira out at college) but I was pleased with the amount of my stuff that stayed in. With six people on the show there was even less time per person and Paul Merton had gone off on some fun flights of fancy, but it was a fair showing. There is a longer version on tomorrow so I am hoping there will be some Osama Bum Laden jokes in there, but we shall see. If not then maybe I can try and get them into AIOTM
.
Talking of which I forgot to mention I did a quick teaser for the new series of AIOTM yesterday.
And even more scarily and unbelievably tickets are now available for my new Edinburgh show, "What is Love, Anyway?" that doesn't even exist. It's worth booking ahead especially if you want to come to some of the cheaper previews which always go fast. Do be aware that there's a chance the show might just be me apologising for not having done anything. But if I do that I will try to make it 60 minutes of saying "Sor-ree" in the way that Miranda Hart used to in the opening credits of "Not Going Out"/
Details of the podcast show and also an Edinburgh Richard Herring's Objective (also none of which are written - shit) can be found here.
