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The As It Occurs To Me team were back together in the Leicester Square Theatre for the first time in over 5 years. Since then three marriages and two new babies, but Christian still has that hat and nothing much has changed, except Dan has had his teeth done. Today we were just doing an interview about the motorcycle clothing sketch to add to the kickstarter DVD for those of you who pledged to that level. I am not sure any of us can quite believe we’re doing this again. I know a bit how Boris Johnson felt. I set up a referendum with a ridiculous and seemingly impossible target. Then somehow it succeeded and now I have to implement the thing. Am I allowed to resign and let someone else do it instead?
It’s the new trend.
As we head into the unknown, we will just have to wait and see what your £100K will buy you.
Christian managed to come up with a role for Gugus though. Obvious really. The naughty dog. Writes itself. I’d say I only need to write 4000 sketches with the puppet for it to have paid for itself.
Chris Evans (not that one, thank goodness, this one keeps his cock in his trousers at all times, even when weeing) had an important business meeting with our accountants (because we are now running a podcast creating business together). My guess is that we are not the regular kind of clients that turn up at these meetings. Mainly in that our business is pretty much designed to spend all the money that it takes in (though you never know, maybe one day we might actually sell something rather than giving it away), but also we were not in suits and ties like all the other businessmen in their suits and ties. Also Chris Evans didn’t have a card with his details on and I only had one that had been in my wallet for about 18 months and was all curled up at the corners. Also when I got up to leave I swung my bag on to the table, hit the glass I had been drinking from and it fell over and broke. I told them that my whole life was comedy and there was nothing I could do to stop such tomfoolery. I should have told them that a naughty dog did it.
It was a mortifying thing to happen when I was trying to make out I was a competent businessman or person. But maybe they're already worked out that that wasn't the case.
I had two great guests for RHLSTP tonight and had been very much looking forward to chatting to them. Alas the podcast Richard Herring is a bully and a prick (who would make Chris Evans -that one- look like a polite team-player) and once he was in charge of my tired mouth there was no stopping his rudeness. He delighted in pointing out that tonight’s gig had sold less tickets than the final show in the run, which currently has no confirmed guests. The podcast Richard Herring seemed to blame Matthew Crosby and Nish Kumar for this lack of interest, without even considering the fact that all it proves is that he himself is not kind of a draw without a big name to bolster him up.
Anyway, I let him get on with his stuff. Sometimes it was just awkward, but occasionally the inappropriateness would lead to some funny stuff. I was crying with laughter at one point, but I am still not sure if it was because it was funny or just because I was too tired to know better.
Apologies to the audience members that rotten podcast Richard Herring was nasty too. If it’s any consolation he feels no shame, but I do. I think that everyone likes being bullied in this safe, joke context. At least I hope so. Like all bullies, the podcast Richard Herring is just insecure and lonely. I pity him.
It’s pretty hard doing these podcasts when the news is moving so quickly and when these won’t be broadcast until August, but inevitably we talked a bit about Brexit and all the people who have resigned. And we got to some serious and thoughtful bits too. My guests took my foolishness in the right spirit. Maybe it’s better when I am so tired that I lose track of what is normal. I think we have got some very good stuff in this series already. What a strange show it is though.
I hope when I watch it back that I discover that a naughty dog was hosting it.