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I paid in last week’s bucket of Scope collection money in this morning. It takes the total collected at Spring tour dates to over £10,000 and the total for Oh Frig I’m 50 to nearly £19,000. Thanks so much to all who donated. With a little bit of a push at these last 7 gigs we could top £20,000. If you missed the buckets at a gig or just fancy donating to a fantastic cause then here’s the just giving page
https://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/ohfrigimfifty (total does not yet include the tour collection).
Only seven more chances to see:
24th Hertford
25th Bishop's Strotford
26th Bristol (last couple of tickets)
27th Wells (selling fast - RHLSTP sold out)
31st Aldershot
June
1st Bedford
3rd Warwick Arts Centre
I’d had a glass or two too many of cheap wine last night and even though the kids slept in (I actually had to wake my daughter up for school, which is unheard of) I was fighting the hangover all day, but I still managed to squeeze out another thirty of so new Emergency Questions for the forthcoming book. Perhaps it is better to be hung over when writing these.
Today I listened to the three Adam Buxton RHLSTPs and if nothing else it’s a fascinating journey through the innocence and guilt of Rolf Harris. It led to me creating 8 emergency questions for the book, which is not a very time-effective way of creating them, but I think it’s going to be special to have some content based on the podcasts (and I also got to include a couple of his answers). The other benefit for non-podcast aficionados is that the book will come with an impressive list of super famous contributors, which hopefully will hook a few extra people into the depraved world of EQs (as no one calls them).
When I returned home today my daughter excitedly told me she had a present for me and mummy. She dashed round the house, having forgotten where she’d put it, but it turned up in her empty shoe. It was somewhere between a chunk and sliver of brick. Phoebe had found it near the nursery and brought it home for Catie and me to share. It was not as exciting a present as I had been led to believe, but it’s the thought that counts. I wasn’t sure how we’d manage to share this artefact and suggested mummy has it at the weekend and I have it during the week. But Phoebe was wise to my 5:2 scam and I had to agree to share it all the time.
And it’s genuinely touching to be gifted a bit of rubble, because my daughter had seen it, recognised it as interesting and beautiful and wanted to give it to us. She’s not as generous with her doughnuts though. This girl is no fool.
RHLSTP with Al Murray is up in the usual places
