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Today was Women’s Equality Day, so not surprisingly given my record, a few people tweeted to ask me when Men’s Equality Day is. But it’s the same day, if you think about it. Some tweeted me to say that every day is Men’s Equality Day, but by definition they are incorrect. Every day is Men’s Inequality today, except for day when everyone is equal regardless of their gender. Or at least that’s the idea.
In honour of this day I tweeted my old line, “I believe women should be treated as if they are equalâ€, which for modern day Twitter (where there is always someone ready to jump in and be critical of any remark that can be taken as offensive even if it is inoffensive, or in this case clearly ironic) was surprisingly well received. One or two people jumping into the conversation halfway through without bothering to find the context did pass comment, but I chastised them for assuming that this implied that women were inferior. It could equally be taken to mean that they are superior. And it surely shows an implicit sexism in the reader if that is the assumption they make. I wish I’d thought of this before. But my male inferiority means it’s taken me about six years to do so.
As always now I am back it feels like I was never away, or that the Fringe was just a strange Groundhog Day dream. I couldn’t stay in my lovely bed as long as I wanted as I had an earlyish appointment, but after that I didn’t really do very much at all. A bit of unpacking and a bit of lounging around and then we watched the disappointing Monuments Men, which was only brightened by the appearance of Miles Jupp acting alongside George Clooney, like they were equals or something. If Josie Jump ever turns up alongside Daniel Day Lewis I will explode with excitement.
I am trying to get into holiday mode though and in fact managed to sort out a proper holiday. I got some free flights courtesy of the gig I did for Richard Branston last week, so we’re going to Barbados at the weekend. It’s not the best time of year to go there, but we don’t really care. I just want to be somewhere warm where I can read books and drink some beer. It has cheered me up considerably to have this to look forward to and we’ve found ourself a reasonable priced hotel so we’re not splashing out too much in this time of economic uncertainty. But I think I have probably earned myself a proper break.
There will be a prize draw for monthly badge subscribers at the end of August as usual. You can win the set list from my Edinburgh show, my mangled up name plate from my dressing room door, my venue passes, one of my boarding passes from my gig on the plane and leaflets, promotional stickers and programme from the Edinburgh shows. All you have to do to be a part of this is to donate £1 or more a month (you get an entry for every pound) here. You will then be entered into all future draws, get a badge and have access to a secret channel of extras online. You’ll also be helping to fund future internet projects. My Edinburgh loss is going to make it harder for me to do as much as usual as I will have to earn that money back. But your badge donations go towards the future and are not paying off my debts (if you want to help with that then buy a ticket to my tour or a DVD from gofasterstripe).
