17/12/07
Free Beer Day -
Categories: So much for a day of rest...
Sunday 16th December:
6:55am - Alarm goes off. On a Sunday. Because...
7:20am - arrive at the studios of BBC Southern Counties, where I'm 'Guest of the Day' on their religious show. This means I chat for 10min at 7:30am about comedy things, plug my new Guildford gig with Tim Vine, then talk about selected articles after 8am chosen from local parish magazines. Am tempted to read out the flower rota, but instead make up some other another story about stamps. Feels amazingly early. Didn't bode well that when the newsreader let me in, she had coat and scarf on. Freezing cold morning. I reckon snow tomorrow, though like a Jongleurs Xmas audience, it probably won't settle and will just get annoying.
9am - bacon sarnies with Zoe. Yum! And yum.
11am - bit of work on the train to London, gagging up a forthcoming comedy drama for the Beeb set among news crews in Africa. I've seen the pilot and read the whole series now, and it's going to be great. Look out for it.
12noon - do a seminar at the Arts Theatre off Leicester Square about taking a show to the Edinburgh Festival. Populated by newish comedians. Toy with putting them off, to limit the competition next August (Edinburgh's busy enough as it is...), but decide to be nice and try and be helpful. I think it paid off, as one lass works for Radio 3, and since my 2008 show will in part involve classical music, she's a good contact to have. And I'm bought my first FREE BEER!!! of the day. But thanks to only 4 hours sleep due to the radio show.
3pm - Bit of Christmas shopping. Foyles bookshop, a gadget shop, and Virgin Megastore which for some reason is now called Zavvi. My kind of Christmas shopping, that is.
4pm - The Golden Compass at Cineworld, West India Quay. Hated it. It was like a bad spoof of Harry Potter meets Narnia meets Lord of the Rings, only spoofs normally have jokes in them, and this was just boring. If you're going to set up a fantasy world, make it make sense. Frodo has to get rid of a ring? Oh yeah, cos it's bad. I get that. In The Golden Compass there's this thing called Dust, which is like dust, only it's bad, or good, or something, and the people in it are interested in it, for some reason, and it flows into or out of human lives, and everyone has a pet that follows them round for some reason, cos it's their soul or something. I. Don't. Care. And don't give me that, "But it makes sense in the books" nonsense. I haven't read the books, and don't plan to. The film is made for filmgoers, not people who've already experienced the story in a different format. It should makes sense and be fun for me, over 2 hours. The bear fight was good, but apart from that, no. I won't be watching the sequels.
6pm - Christmas drinks with the cast and crew of a musical I'm working on, called Rubbish! Good folks, good food, could only stay for 20min. But still long enough to get my second FREE BEER!!! of the day. Sleepy again.
8pm - Arrive in Brixton for a gig. But the audience don't arrive, so we pull the gig. Am paid anyway, which is nice. (I still know some people who wouldn't go to Brixton for eight quid just to collect the cash, but there you go.) Anyway, it paid for shopping for the day and more besides, and was bought my third FREE BEER!!! of the day, as a sympathy pint. So by now I'm really ready to snooze.
9:30pm - On the train on the way home from the non-gig, though I forget that I haven't done a gig, and chastise myself for not trying out the new jokes I wanted to. Then I remember that I didn't do a gig in the first place, so the opportunity for trying new jokes didn't really arise, unless I just confront random passers-by in Brixton with the material, which, I'm guessing, isn't advisable. Goes to show, am very very sleepy.
12:15am - Now. Very very very very sleepy. Should go to bed really and stop writing this...
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