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After a weird night of sleep where I dreamed that Paul Daniels was still alive and living as a woman and I had been charged to sort out Brexit and had fifteen minutes to do it, failed, but immediately the world became beautiful as we left the EU (Hard Brexit) and I think had sleep-walked and maybe even sleep-weed (I am not sure about that last one), I was still feeling disorientated in the waking world (if there is such a thing).
I had to go in to London Town for a high powered business meeting. If you think that going to talk to Matthew Crosby about some jokes you've written for a TV show is high-powered. And I do.
I had got in a bit early so walked from Kings Cross to Mornington Crescent and then stopped off in Pret a Manger for a coffee, so I could do the work for the meeting that was 45 minutes away now. I'd written two jokes already and thought of another on the walk, but I needed at least 5 and probably more and there's nothing like leaving it til the last second to get the creative juices flowing. I had a few more ideas, including one that was much too high brow for the show, which I think would have worked for just that reason. But I knew wouldn't get on.
Then Matthew Crosby appeared with his lunch and sat about three tables away from me. Oooo, lunching in Pret? Crosby is doing well for himself. I waved as he approached but he was probably too busy thinking of his wife and Windsor Davies and whether the right person had died first and didn't see me. I realised that was probably just as well. If I talked to him now then I wouldn't be able to write any more jokes and he'd be furious when I came to see him in the meeting. I was slightly round the corner from him and he was sat facing the other way, so every now and again I'd look up to see if he'd spotted me. But he didn't see me. He then started tweeting, so I decided to tweet about the fact that I was looking at the person I was about to meet and then RTed his tweet. Seconds later he looked around and saw me. We then had a little chat before he returned to his office and I tried to write some more jokes in the 15 minutes before I had to go and meet him, no longer as friends, but him as my kind of boss. I felt his authority had been damaged by me being able to watch him eating a sandwich without him ever knowing. Script edit my jokes now, sandwich boy.
We selected the five jokes that I will be doing on the TV show and talked about babies and podcasts and then I went back home again. I walked the dog in the rain and did a stone clearing podcast, then put the kids to bed and made some spaghetti. It was good.
