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I went to the GP today for a blood test - as part of the annual review, nothing wrong, that I know of. Phoebe was worried that I was going to die (she doesn't know about the life assurance which I think might make her less concerned) and so I pretended to die. It's endless fun in our house.
After years of not being sure if she actually liked me, it sort of makes me feel good to know that she's upset by the idea of me dying. Love is an odd thing isn't it? Putting my daughter through existential trauma is actually a positive. Parental love is the most beautiful thing in the world.
All I want is them to be devastated when I finally do die. And to make sure that's in time to capitalise on my life assurance.
The lady taking the blood asked me what I did and I told her I was a comedian. "You'll get some material out of this!" she said, though nothing funny had happened yet. Once you ignore the fact that a stranger was extracting my blood with a needle and I was letting it happen. Which is a bit weird.
"Like the Tony Hancock thing," she chuckled. "that's very nearly an armful! That'll get a laugh."
I am not sure she was right. I don't think I can just go on stage and do other people's jokes and hope the audience will laugh. "Loads of people say that to me," she said with glee. She still found it funny. A lesson there for Peter Kay. Here was a woman who actively enjoyed people repeatedly saying the same thing to her. And it wasn't even her catchphrase.
I guess Tony Hancock didn't like it much either.
Anyway I knew there was nothing in this and that it wasn't even good enough quality for a daily blog, but the lady was nice so I didn't get security to kick her out of the surgery.
Ironically I can see Peter Kay getting a laugh by just saying that's very nearly an armful. Who remembers that?
Another day time Twitch of Fun this afternoon and I wasn't on top form, unable to remember the names of big stars like Ariane Grande or Margot Robbie. Luckily Ally had my back and was able to tell me who I was thinking about. This wasn't a bit. My brain - made of brain- wasn't working. His- made of Victorian newspapers - was. It's pretty spooky.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=udHHkpUFYZc&t=3s
As I pivot to being mainly a puppeteer, the most exciting thing that happened to me today was the news that Gus Honeybun is going up for auction.
Gus was great, but the banter with the various presenters like the incomparable Judi Spiers is what made it great. Is it banter if one of the participants doesn't speak?
Of course I am going to have to try and buy Gus (assuming it's one of the originals and not a museum copy- but to be fair, even then). How much will Gus sell for? I don't think I will be the only one who wants him. I might have to do a kickstarter.
He will be quite the addition to the Twitch of Fun roster. What will birthday donkey think of it if we poach him (no pun intended)?
His Beatles book is even better.
