18/01/07
Where am I on at? -
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I don't reckon that anyone will ever get to read this post - from the mess that the Chortle front page is at the moment, and the fact that I received 880 spam emails from this blog today (and I promise I will get round to replying to every one of them - even the dutch ones) I have a sneaky suspicion that Chortle may have been compromised. Just like the Counter Terrorism Unit in 24 is sometimes compromised so that's quite exciting in a way. Perhaps not for Steve Bennett the editor bloke (head of CTU), but it is for me (one of the Field Ops, like Tony Almeida - no, no - I'm being Jack Bauer. Yes, I'm Jack).
Apologies to anyone who doesn't watch 24 - but you really should. I am also quite fond of Boston Legal at the moment, which I have been watching in bed.
Anyhow, that was all just a bit of banter to get us to the main bit of the post which is this bit now;
I was mooching about on MySpace again this morning, snooping through people's business, trying (and failing) to not follow paper trails from people's comments, and seeing what my contemporaries (or as I like to call them, the aspirers) have to say about themselves.
Tell you what I noticed about myself in comparison - in all my PR stuff that I have, like this, and the Avalon site, and my MySpace page - I never really promote my gigs. I don't have a list anywhere other than my personal diary about where I'll be on. I know that Chortle have one on the comedian's pages, but according to that I've only got about three gigs for the rest of the year which of course, given my exceptional talent, is not the case.
Thing is, I feel a bit self-conscious about plugging my gigs really. Rather than just think that people may like to know, I get it into my head that it looks like I'm begging for support. I think it's the psychological scarring from when I used to run the Big And Daft gigs, and the horrors and humility of trying to get people through the door. It makes me feel like I have my cap in my hand a bit, and rather than feel that I just don't do it.
The other thing is, unlike when I was running gigs a million years ago, nowadays I get paid the same no matter who comes to the gigs. So what possible reason would I have to try and get people to come and see me? Other than vanity and desires to be well-known, which would be horrible attributes surely? Maybe. I don't know. I do write this blog I suppose...
I got some emails from people in Cardiff on MySpace, saying they wish they'd known I was on. I felt bad about that. I'm sure if they read the last post on here they will realise they missed fuck all, but perhaps I should be more pro-active about it.
Erm...ok...
I'm hosting the quiz at EDComedy tonight...at the Hob in Forest Hill. Raji James is coming down, and I reckon I could persuade him to do his impressions. Ermmm...I'm not doing a gig tomorrow because I'm going up North to watch Saints play. Then on Saturday I'm at EDComedy again, but compering it...you don't have to come if you don't want. Oh fuck this, there's loads - I'm not typing them all out here.
How would I get a diary thing to put on MySpace? Any ideas? Just so I can get this out of the fucking way.
In other news, I am in the process of buying a car. The shortlist is; an MG (been told not to touch these because they have gone bust or something), a Hyundai Coupe, a Mazda 3, a Celica, a Tigra (this is emerging as favourite), and for some reason the garages seem very anxious to shift Astras, but I'm not so keen on them. I am officially having a mid-life crisis and, contrary to what I said a few posts back about not caring about the look of a car, when the girl in the showroom asked me what sort of car I was looking for I said "one where the roof comes off". My hair is lovely and long and it would look great blowing in the wind I reckon.
My present broken car is still sitting outside my window...it may just be the rain dripping off the headlights that makes it look so sad...
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