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Wordle was fun today. I knew there was an S N and K in it and so it was impossible not to play the word "Spunk" even though I knew that even Americans wouldn't let that one through. There are just certain words that, whilst in their dictionary, I can't see them using. But I had to play it anyway, of course. Even though the answer was almost certainly "skunk" (which itself has a slightly racier meaning, so what do I know?) I was not the only one.
I felt mildly better, though I am not quite over my lurgy yet. I had a couple more interviews this morning, including a fun one with top comedy script-writer Tim Reid for his new podcast about firsts. Time whizzed by and we ended up talking for a couple of hours and I think I only answered one question, but we covered a lot of ground.
I discussed my imposter syndrome and he attempted to convince me that I had proven my worth at this job, but I think it's good that I am unusually for a comedian perhaps, grounded in reality, and whilst I am truly delighted to have made a career out of this (and have never been happier with the way things are going than right now) I don't think it's too negative to say that on doing On The Hour with Armando, Chris Morris and Steve Coogan (even maybe Stewart Lee) it was fair to acknowledge that it wasn't going to be me who was remembered as my generation's comedy genius (whatever GQ may have to say about that). I'd rather be better than I think I am, than worse. And I am better than I think I am. Oh damn, if I realise that then I am only as good as I think I am and in danger of being worse. I am OK. What I lose in being not as good I make up for in being more prolific. If you throw enough shit at the wall, you will have really shitty walls.
My 2023 life seems to be principally podcasting and at the moment I stop off mainly to cook myself healthy meals - an extremely spicy chickpea and tofu salad with spring greens cooked in garlic, red chilli and cumin seeds for lunch. That'll kill any bug you have in you. Though by bedtime I did have to have a lemsip, but maybe out of drug addiction rather than illness.
I wanted to watch the new series of Ghosts, but Phoebe wants to finish watching series 2 of Ghosts US first. I liked the first series of this and the second is OK, but it's a bit too obsessed with the Ghosts hooking up with each other (if they're able to do that, then I don't think their existence is anywhere near as bad, but it does at least explain ectoplasm) and maybe having too many ghosts. But I like having this thing to share with my daughter. Ernie snuck down a couple of times and pretended that he has watched the show before and wasn't scared and knew what was going on. But he really just wanted to stay up. I let him watch for a little bit. As you may have guessed, their mother, who wouldn't have stood for this nonsense, wasn't in.
