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So, as well as doing a bit of work on the upcoming Kickstarter campaigns for Stone Clearing and Snooker (and I think you’re going to like what we have planned), I had time to mow the lawn today. It’s not a very big lawn but it still took me a good hour to hack through the overgrown grass with my father-in-law’s thirty or forty year old Flymo. It was the best I’ve ever done at grass mowing and I felt a sense of achievement when I looked at the only slightly tufty with bald spots area. It’s good that I haven’t elected to cut anyone’s hair, but overall it just felt good to have time to tick one of the thousand jobs I have to do from the list (if you’re interested, I still haven’t cleared out the drain area outside the kitchen even though I have been meaning to pretty much since we moved in).
Is it wrong that I feel a greater sense of achievement for mowing a 10 foot square patch of grass than I do for writing 24,000 words of a book?
I guess it was nice to do something normal and practical that makes an immediate difference and I suppose I find writing easier (if you ignore all my posts about how difficult it is) than doing anything physical in the real world.
It was my mum’s birthday today and so we recorded the kids singing Happy Birthday this morning. My son usually has no bottoms on at the moment because we’re potty training (he’s pretty much totally got it now after months of not being interested at all - it’s such a triumph, again better than writing a book) and after the first line of the song he was distracted by his own penis and stopped singing. I didn’t really notice as I was only filming what was going on above the table, but it makes for a very funny video when you realise what’s happening. And it says a lot about the male psyche. You can’t even get through four lines of a song to your grandma without seeing how your junk is getting on.
I mean it’s the ultimate birthday gift for your grandma, right?
I wouldn’t mind, but he’s 28 years old.
And then he got off the bus.
I premiered an exciting new snooker format tonight as the elite eight players are taking part in two leagues and the top two in both will go forward to the semi-finals. Group A played their first frames tonight and as expected with the best 8 players being involved the standard was very high, with multiple breaks of 8 or more. Hopefully this will attract a few more fans to the sport ahead of my appearance on
Comedians Home Alone on Monday night. After that I am anticipating hundreds of thousands of viewers.
This will be just a four minute edit of a special frame of snooker, which makes the whole sport look faintly ridiculous, but if you’re a monthly badger then you’ll be able to see the full frame in your special area from Tuesday (we’ve also added the Brian Blessed RHLSTP with a host’s commentary and a special extra bit of me and James Acaster should be going up soon).
Also thinking about doing a twitch stream/podcast with me and my ventriloquist dummy Ally, where we attempt to establish a double act that I can finally control. Or can I?
Don’t know which day that will be. It will definitely be shit to begin with though. And probably after that as well.
