I was hoping to get some writing done today, though I was feeling a bit uninspired. In the end I did at least manage to write next week's Metro column, before I found out that there is no Metro next Tuesday because of the bloody Queen's Jubilee. It's not a total waste of time as it will just roll-over to the next week (thank goodness I didn't go with my early inclination to write about my disdain for the celebrations), but a shame that I didn't do something more pressing.
I distracted myself from the important things I need to get done, by attempting to update my
gig guide to include all the upcoming previews. I managed to get up to the end of June, with a few of they July gigs chucked in, but amused myself by also adding a couple of the tour dates that I had noticed being promoted on Twitter. So although I haven't yet got all the gigs up for July, there is fair warning about a couple of dates I will be doing in Spring 2013. It actually shouldn't be long before all these are confirmed. I think you should all book now, just in case, though in a sense by paying for something that far away you are actually kind of betting on your own life. Who's to say you'll be alive next April? I can't guarantee that I will be. And you'll feel pretty mean asking for a refund, especially if you imagine my weeping young bride having to fork out the money.
After lunch my smiling young bride and I avoided work for a good 45 minutes watching videos of the brilliant Garfunkel and Oates.
their new video 29-31 made us laugh and so I showed the missus a couple of the other videos I'd seen, like
hand job, bland job which is lots of fun, even if not all the references are UK friendly. But we discovered some good ones that I hadn't seen before, like
Pregnant Women are Smug and
I Don't Know Who You Are. The standard is consistently high I think, though I don't find the ones about drugs so funny, but this pair are enjoyably goofy and geeky and the songs stick in your head. But mostly they made us laugh. Looks like they are pretty big in the States and it's fun to watch the productions values get higher (though I think I almost prefer the low-key ones where it is two friends messing about and making each other laugh and getting things slightly wrong). It's getting to the point where there are so many funny women I am wondering how many years away from an "Are Men Funny?" newspaper article we are.
Basically if you're still going on about women not being funny, you're a massive tool. But good luck with that.
I hope they will come over and do the Edinburgh Fringe at some point - it seems to be the perfect place for a great musical act to break, as Flight of the Conchords and Tim Minchin have shown.
I did keep busy for most of the day and managed a visit to the gym (a few days of slight overindulgence last weekend wreaked havoc on the advances I had made with my diet in the previous month) and then I had to drive down to Farncombe in Surrey for my second Edinburgh preview. So I guess I got stuff done in the end. Just maybe not the stuff I should have done. Unless that Folkestone gig sells out by tomorrow!
