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I’m maybe producing too much content, though I enjoy it when people complain about the dullness ofstone clearing or the video quality from this live feed. As if that’s the main thing that is wrong with it.
I am probably spending too much time on the niche stuff. Ally and Herring occupied my whole day as I worked through the papers and sorted out the jingles and the pictures for the show. Should I be working on something more likely to bear fruit (and by fruit I mean money) or should I continue to keep producing this stuff for the few thousand maniacs who support me (though at least the authorities have a good list of possible maniacs - they can just look at who follows Ally on Twitter). I really like it though. I enjoy the spiralling into obsolescence. That’s sort of the point of all these things. I guess, but God help anyone who watches and listens to everything I a putting out there.
I came up with a new Donkey song based on the frankly very weird “I’m Only a Poor Little Sparrow” by The Ramblers -which is an even weirder name for a choir of children. I hope one day to get Donkey’s songs on Top of the Pops, but it seems unlikely and not just because Top of the Pops isn’t on any more.
We tried out the new jingles too - though I feel these are just coming together at a point where I am likely to dump the characters. At the last minute I was reminded that Donkey is supposed to be doing birthdays now, so added that to the somewhat random running order.
I feel that week by week we (and by we I mean me and the puppets) might workshop our way to something actually impressive, but I am weirdly proud of this show - even though viewing and listening numbers are dropping each week.
About 900 people were watching it live at some point. I can’t work out if this is good or bad. But I clearly can’t work out what is good or bad at all any more. On with the madness.
Spiralling to obsolescence.
Wanna know what all the non-fuss is about? Ally and Herring ep 9 is now up on
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Don’t worry. I won’t give up on this.
Not til I am on Top of the Pops with a tiny earless finger puppet.
I will only be appreciated once I am dead.
My daughter almost understands puns. She came back from her first day at school saying, “I’m a soup-a-hero. Do you get it? Soup!”
She wasn’t eating soup and had no soup and doesn’t really like soup, but it’s a start and it might mean we start getting some knock knock jokes that actually work soon. Which is a shame. I will miss the surreal ones where the who’s there? had no connection to the punchline. Which was sentences long.
It’s crazy to think that a year has passed since I drove her to her first day at school. Not that she will need an education. She will just take over the family ventriloquism business and use the puppets for some end that will be as offensive to me, as my use would be to my great-grandad.
So far my new September resolutions are going well and I’ve avoided all unhealthy snacks for three whole days. And I have not collapsed from sugar withdrawal, so that’s something. I haven’t had any alcohol for approaching a month either. None of this has had any effect on my weight. But I am feeling a bit more energetic.
