You’re an idiot and I’m a coward
May0
I’ve got a gig on thursday in Wimbledon Park. It’s for a parent teachers assocation & we’ve been advised to avoid the paedo gags. My new material is kind of dependent on paedophilia, especially the payoff line.
Now, I could go and write some new, non-offensive material, but part of me wants to just do it because I’ve been advised not to. As I have semi-jokingly said to people, part of the attraction of this is getting on stage and saying things that would get me arrested or beaten up in other circumstances. Plus, I’ve thought of a brilliant justification and another couple of gags about the fact that I’m mentioning this.
I’d love to say that all of this was about my pushing boundaries for some deeper meaning, but quite frankly I just like taking the piss.
(post title is from a brilliant Robin Ince piece - check it out).
First post
May0
So in a shameless rip-off of Richard Herring’s Warming Up I’ve decided to start writing a blog.
It’s really something I’ve done to force me to write more - as I realised the other day I actually really enjoy the art of creation, when I can be bothered to get off my backside and do something about it.
It’s funny really, I’ve never seen myself as creative in any way, I’m rubbish at drawing (although I do fill my meeting notes with large numbers of line perspective doodles interspersed with bizzare cartoons of people with cocks on their heads - I don’t know what this is about but I suspect rorsach would have had a field day) - but I’m finding I actually enjoy the process of coming up with ideas, as painful and tortured as it is.
Anyway, this will obviously be shit and I’ll stop updating it. So stop reading now.