Everyone @ Chortle

As you might have seen from the bloggers, we're winding down the blogs as a permanent section of Chortle... though they'll be returning for the Edinburgh Fringe and possible other special occasions.

To keep up with some of the regular bloggers, here is where you can find them.

Paul Kerensa: http://www.myspace.com/paulkerensa

Andrew J Lederer: http://ajl.blogspot.com/

Tiernan Douieb: http://www.3barfire.com/index.php/Features/09/09-Things-To-Say-And-Douieb.html

that in yesterday's tribute to the late Paul Newman, I left out what some might argue was a far more important part of Newman's life than his work in the field of processed foods.

He was, of course, an auto racer of some note.

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The Chortle blogs may be disappearing within the next few days.

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Sad. But one's work can convey not just fame in one's own lifetime but also a certain kind of immortality.

And as long as there is a jar of salad dressing or a plate of spaghetti in the world, he will be remembered.

A giant of the processed foods industry has left us.

Lord! What has happened to the blogs? They've gone all fancy!

I am ill today. Sitting in my pyjamas with a duvet and a nice cup of lemsip (when I say 'nice' i mean 'disgusting but necessary').

The boy and I are trying to work out how we might be able to move to New York. We usually have our annual trip there at about this time of year, but there will be none of that this year, owing to lack of funds and supposed saving for all things wedding.
But it's all I can think about at the moment. I need my New York fix! And I want to move there so much it's ridiculous. I realise that visiting New York is probably nothing like the experience of actually living there - if I lived there I expect I would end up in a crack house in the Bronx for the bargain price of $3000 a month - and it probably isn't as amazing as it seems during a one week holiday, but there's just something about New York that feels like home.
Unfortunately the US immigration system doesn't seem to agree.
Maybe I could marry Andrew J Lederer?

Hum. I guess I'll have to put the whole New York thing on the back burner for a while until I become wildly successful and am offered a series of high-profile gigs in Manhattan, and then whilst I'm there a billionaire benefactor offers to let me live in his East Village apartment for just $10 a year for the rest of my life, and the immigration services are so taken with my song about pencils that they offer me a green card without me having to even fill in a form.

I keep writing long paragraphs of blog and then deleting them.
I think I will come back to this when I am not feeling quite so close to death and my brain is not covered with little bits of dust and fog.

For anyone that might be interested in my new Comedy club, I did the cyber-kid thing and set up a Facebook group for it. Damn Facebook and its everyone-hates-it-but-it's-also-really-useful ways!
http://www.new.facebook.com/groups.php?gid=36911464534&add#/group.php?gid=26907585757&ref=ts

Better go, it's time to huddle up on the Sofa and watch the Sex and the City film for the fourth time since I bought it on Monday.
Yes, I'm a loser, but I'm ill, so you have to let me off.

R xx

before going to a place where I would be spending one night while momentarily exiled from my regular borrowed space. I was running low on money, though and money becomes extra-necessary when you've got to fill up time.

So, imagine how upset I was when, after spending almost £3.50(!) at McDonalds, I noticed that the neighboring multiplex was featuring -- for one night only -- an anniversary presentation of "Grease".

I had already spent much of my discretionary cash and would gladly have foregone the burgers and fries in favor of my first theatrical viewing of the Travolta/Newton-John classic, but now it seemed imprudent. Still, I entered the lobby of the theatre complex, wondering if there was some kind of discount, seeing as how it was an old film and everything.

However, before getting around to asking, I thought I'd check out the upstairs, where there was an open-to-the-public bar and, presumably, the entrance to the auditoriums.

Theatre employees were walking into the higher-numbered-screen area from a candy enclave, crossing behind the ticket-ripper as they entered. So, I entered behind her as well, first making sure she seemed relatively intent on facing away from the candy corner. (Free is the word!!!)

Unfortunately, it was about 40 minutes before the start of the film and I was afraid that if I caught some of a different movie and they saw me coming out of it, they would prevent me from entering the screening I desired (like I was trying to get an extra movie without paying or something). So I stood outside the auditoriums for more than half an hour, reading a paper and conspicuously examining the "Quantum of Solace" poster.

Finally, just before the movie was scheduled to start, I went in, took a seat and was quickly expelled by a cleaning guy. Apparently, they hadn't let anybody in for "Grease" yet.

But he didn't ask to see my ticket or question the legitimacy of my presence in the general area.

So, I got to enjoy the retro, musical reissue. -- the (very) one that I want(ed) to.

True, I'm no teen angel.

(But there are worse things I can do.)