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I had another Solero. But it’s OK. That’s only two in at least 17 days. One every eight days. Not even one a week. No one can call that a habit. Hope I am not about to go Fibonacci on your ass.
It was an extra long Ally and Herring show tonight and we didn’t even get a chance to bring everyone on. Although I do spend most of the day choosing stories and loading up photos and trying to work out a rough running order, it’s a very improvised show. It was always a goal of mine to be able to just sit down and jam a comedy set, but to be fair I can’t take all the credit for this show. If I am floundering then Ally can come in with an idea to keep things rolling. It’s nice to see the audience at home getting involved and middle-aged people sending in pictures of body sprays mixed with food or birthday collages of their friends. Or themselves.
I have a few long term plans for the show and hopefully can just keep adding to it with new jingles, songs, features and maybe sketches. Be good to spend the free Amazon Prime money we’re getting (from those of you who are bothering to subscribe and remembering to resubscribe) on content for the channel. The more of you who give us Ian Amazon’s money (at no extra cost to yourself) the more ambitious we can become. Numbers are a bit down on where we started at (unsurprisingly as it’s a bit of a faff to keep coming back every month) but if you don’t want to give your free money to me, please give it to someone on Twitch (or Amazon Gaming or whatever it’s called now). There are some fine people doing stuff on there. This video explains the fairly simple procedure-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uts1dSzQxdo
And then you just need to remember to come back each month and hit the resub button.
Anyway, I am enjoying the madness and the spontaneity. And surprising myself with what is coming out of my mouth and out of the mouths of my co-stars. Could this be my future? One would hope not, but it’s better than nothing I suppose.
There was so much to pack in that I didn’t even have time to talk about the oldest sperm every discovered, so that should give you some idea of the rich material that made it in.
I wore a short-sleeved shirt today. When I caught myself in the mirror I thought how much I looked like my grandad. He was a little shorter than me, but I get my shortness from him and my grandma and his shock of white hair stood up a bit more in the air, but I have his stocky build and my memory of him is wearing short sleeved shirt like this one (though in my mind- and it’s not a solid image obviously so much as a ghost of a feeling) his shirt were tan and he wore more sensible trousers, though maybe with the button undone when he was sat in his armchair. He wasn’t much older than I am now when I was born, though I guess my earliest memories of him are him in his sixties.
It was mainly the shirt that conjured the ghost of him up in my mirror, though he would have turned white as a spectre if he found out what I’d paid for this shirt. I fancy that even with inflation he could have bought ten shirts for what I paid for mine. He didn’t like to spend money - one of my abiding memories is how upset he got when he bought a round of tea at a service station and it cost 50p.
Anyway, nice to almost see him, though not entirely pleasant to realise that it was me who was the old man instead.
