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I say we put every individual marriage to the vote. Everyone in the country has to vote on whether two people can get married (even if the people are strangers to them and they will never meet them) and the vote is compulsory. Why should anyone get married without me being able to give my opinion about whether they should get married or not?
And also I’d like to have a vote proposing the motion that all homophobes who think they have the right to decide who other people marry, have to be forced to marry another homophobe of the same sex.
I can’t wait to be Prime Minister.
I was looking after Phoebe last night and as she chose to wake-up at 5.30, so did I. It made it a very long day and for the first time on the whole tour I fell asleep in the car on the way to the gig (luckily the Cannibal was driving). If I am going to live the time frame of a baby then I have to nap like a baby.
I was quite impressed with myself in the early hours. After feeding her, changing her and keeping her entertained for a couple of hours, I managed to rock her to sleep in the pram with my foot as I worked on my blog. Smithers positioned himself under my foot and I realised that I was sending the baby to sleep, stroking the cat to a state of purring contentment and getting work done at the same time and I still had a hand and a foot free. I could have been spinning a loom and juggling one-handed. Who says men can’t multi-task?
It took a long time to get to Taunton though the bank holiday traffic and I wasn’t sure how alert I was going to be for the actual show, but in the dressing room before the gig I finally cracked the billion on Addams Family Pinball and I was quite sharp and playful on stage. The Brewhouse closed down about three years ago and I thought I had lost one of my regular tour stops, but it’s now being run by volunteers and seems to be going from strength to strength. There were 180 in tonight and they were tuned in and up for it and I forgot about my fatigue. I mistook a father and daughter for boyfriend and girlfriend ( it was a bit dark). More men than usual seemed to need to go to the toilet during the first half, but I had fun suggesting they had become enflamed with desire by whatever it was I was discussing: firstly going out to find fried chicken, then women and finally fathers and daughters in sexual relationships, which is surprisingly easy in Taunton. It was cheap, but I am from Somerset and so it’s allowed.
I was sad to hear about
the death of Terry Sue Patt, the first pupil to be seen in the TV series Grange Hill and one of the iconic figures of my childhood. It was almost as discombobulating to find out that he was 50 years old, as it was that he had died. I don’t know if there is something wrong with my brain but it doesn’t feel like over 35 years have passed since I was watching that series for the first time. How could Benny be dead? How could he be 50? That would mean that I was nearly 50. Which I can’t be because I was just watching Benny on Grange Hill. Just like three weeks ago. He feels more like someone I was really at school with than some of the people I was actually at school with. Fuckin’ Hell, Tucker.
