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I hope that all us young under 50s people will get out tomorrow and vote, to stop those idiot over 50s people ruining our lives. You over 50s have hardly any time left to live, unlike us youngsters so your wrong decisions will impact on us and not you. I hate the old. They ruin everything.
Amazing how many over 50s missed the joke when I tweeted that. Looks like I have 35 days left until the vapours of what remains of my sense of humour disappears entirely. I am also looking forward to voting Labour for the last time tomorrow before shifting over the the Conservatives. To be honest, given where I am about to move to this is the last time my vote is going to have any meaning anyway.
I was back over to Southwark today for another radio interview, this time with Talksport who are in the same building as Virgin Radio. I am not sure the Talk Sport audience are my demographic but I really like Hawksby and Jacobs whose show I was going to be on (though Hawksby was away as it turned out). They’ve been very supportive of me over the years and Jacobs admitted he had seen most of the 40 Edinburgh shows listed on my press release. I was able to briefly discuss the fortunes of York City football club to show that sport was not entirely out of my bailiwick. But then maybe by using words like bailiwick I might have undone the good work.
Again I popped into a coffee outlet to have a quick cappuccino before heading home to resume my fatherly duties.Iain Lee was in there having a coffee like a regular person. We had only spoken hours before on the phone so it was weird to bump into him in the flesh.
You can now hear our chat on the radio show as a podcast, but out chat in Costa coffee was not (to my knowledge) recorded, so you will have to make do with this written account. Iain opened by saying how much he admired me as a human being and comedian and that he thought I was the greatest wit and philanthropist that had ever lived. I countered that it was beneath my dignity to talk to him, unless there was a chance that his paltry number of fans were listening in. He agreed that he was worthless and once again reinforced how brilliant I was. Then I went on my way. I think that was it.
We had a nice chat but then went our separate ways to “work” though in fact I was just reading Twitter and he was seemingly just tweeting about the Monkees. This is the modern world.
I had a rare night off and my wife was out, so I sat and watched telly and playing internet poker and blackjack. I made ten pounds profit. Oh yeah, let no one tell you that it’s going badly for little Richy Herring.
