In the words of George Harrison, “it’s been a long, long, long time.” But I’m back – with a new blog (this), a new haircut (resembles the Guggenheim) and a new podcast.
The raison d’etre of this post is to showcase (trans: archive) a comedy recording I made with a friend when we were 12, explain how over 30 years later I have emulated this process, and crucially how the two connect. But first a promo shot of the new podcast featuring the hero from my comic novel, Alan Stoob.
I first met Tom in 2002, when we were training to be Samaritans. We hit it off instantly, sharing private jokes about other volunteers and making each other laugh (whilst helping the suicidal, obvs). I could see that alongside his biting wit here was a serious, compassionate man, a deep thinker, and someone who loved a mass debate (he’d appreciate that joke).
Yesterday I saw Eight Days A Week, Ron Howard’s Beatles film (“a timeless tale” – Saul Wordsworth).
Today – and in homage – I have recorded my own version of I’m Only Sleeping from the Revolver album (track three as it goes).
Much love/many gloves.
Hello hello do come in.
Lately I’ve become obsessed with this footage of the Tour de France. The video features Lance Armstrong and Marco Pantani battling for supremacy on Mont Ventoux, the mountain where Britain’s Tommy Simpson died of a heart attack in 1967.
Below it you will find a video of your truly on said mountain…
In all my days listening to BBC Radio 4 I’ve never once heard a newsreader doing an impression of the recently deceased.
When someone with genuine, coruscating talent dies before their time it leaves us all diminished. Such is the case with Amy Winehouse.
At this very moment – this precise moment – I should be writing 1,500 words on the history of the wristwatch. It is, in fact, an interesting piece but it’s late and I’m seeking distraction. Welcome to the highly unstructured world of the freelance journalist. You’re welcome.
Instead of starting the piece I should have begun six hours ago I’m looking at the internet for amusing diversion. I found myself here, at one of the funniest scenes from the second series of Ricky Gervais’s Extras. Aside from Bowie’s natural presence, note Gervais’s resemblance to Stan Laurel at 1:43.
Stay with it, there’s more…
– THE world is an wasteland of grief beset by pestilence, war, famine and death.
– THE coalition government is dismantling brick by brick all aspects of British life held dear.
– ANDY Murray was annihilated by Novak Djokovic in the final of the Australian Open.
Which is why we all need this (sound required).
Just came across this today, had to post it.
There’s currently a rumour doing the rounds that Michael Jackson is dead. Since no one else seems to have picked up on this I thought I’d take it upon myself to spread it.