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Wednesday 6th March 2019

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I thought I’d see if I could fit into the cool suits I bought when I was thin. I wasn’t expecting much as I was probably at least a stone lighter when I bought them, but was surprised to discover that I could get into the trousers (mainly because they kindly had two clasps a little way apart so that you could still wear them if you had a good Christmas) but the jackets were still too tight. The suits have been in a big suitcase since I moved and sadly one of them seems to have provided a small dinner for moths and has a few holes in it. It was the one I liked the most, but also the one that I’d worn the most, so it wasn’t the end of the world. The others all still seem fine and I think it’s possible that I might actually be able to wear one with a degree of comfort on 1st April on the final Leicester Square Theatre RHLSTP record. We’ll see.
It’s a good incentive to carry on. Though I’d lost 0.7kg overnight and the weight does seem to be falling off quickly after a bit of a plateau a couple of weeks ago. So those lovely old suits are going to the dry cleaners and being kept in a moth free wardrobe from now on. In anticipation of the return of thin Rich. He’s always been in me somewhere.
I had a fun trip into town to record a show for BBC Sounds with very funny newcomer Lauren Pattison. She’s doing a show about how to cope with being an adult and this episode was about managing money and it is very strange indeed to be viewed as a semi-responsible grown up. There was a proper grown up there too, who knew all about money and what APR means and stuff, but I surprised myself by having a little bit of wisdom to impart (though my main job was to be funny).
I hadn’t thought about the difficulty of controlling finances in those difficult post-University years for a long time, though I think things were relatively a lot easier for us back in those days. I ate a lot of baked potatoes and bought bags of dried pulses and £2 bottles of wine from Rimpy’s Fags Food Non-Foods Wines and Spirits on Horn Lane Acton. We had an old duel tub washing machine that we’d got for free or for nothing from somewhere (we did eventually all chip in to buy a new one on HP) and we had lots of nights in. 
But we were happy. Were we? I think probably not all that happy. I remember being sad or lonely quite a lot. But we had few responsibilities and our lives were just starting and things were happening for us. I don’t think financial worries were up there - not because we had money, but just because we didn’t expect to have any. I recalled getting my pay packet from my awful advertising sales job one Friday and going to a pub that was on a boat on the Thames with my housemate Tim and spending the lot. I don’t think I had much of a back up plan for the next seven days. And I had no savings and no one to bail me out. 
What the fuck did I do?
Probably just ate baked potatoes and  hoped that Tim would treat me back.
He never did, the fucker. He only liked me for my money. I was the prodigal son. With no rich dad to run home to.
It was probably worth it. 

Latest podcast is the special from the Bristol Slapstick Festival with the Goodies. Audio only as the cameraman didn’t realise he was meant to film it
but it's all the the usual audio places.


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