08/02/07
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Was meant to be going into the ofice today to do some writing with my writing partner Steve Morrison, but the snowfall has put pay to that. So I am sat in my home office, ready to do some work...which I am more than likely not going to do (hence me writing this blog).
This is exactly the reason why I need to go into the London office - there are far less distractions there. Far too many dvd's, Playstation games and pornos here for me to be writing a sitcom. I should though...should do it really.
I have recently gotten dead famous as well, I have been getting loads of autograph requests through the post because of the thing about me in Doctor Who magazine, and after my monumental, some may say seminal, performance at Herts Uni last week I keep getting recognised in Asda (I live not far from Herts uni), which frankly is a pain. I'm just a regular guy, just trying to do my shopping and get on with my life a bit, yet all these bloody girls keep coming talking to me, just because they saw me do my comedy thing all brilliant and that, and now they fancy me up so they try to get close to me at the supermarket. Such a pain...
To be honest it's mainly lads shouting "Where's your lightsabre?" but I thought I would lie and pretend it is all girls and then pretend to be bothered by it like the proper celebrities all do.
The Doctor Who autograph thing is totally true - I guess there are people who just collect all autographs from the series. I considered not sending autographs back in an attempt to become a bit of an enigma and a "must-have" "hard-to-find" autograph.
When I was young and the Star Wars figures for Return of the Jedi came out - there was one called Klaatu that you couldn't get for love-nor-money in the North West, and despite Klaatu being a background character (a much less relevant character than my brilliant character that I do in Doctor Who) it made the character take on a whole new gravitas and meaning.
So I thought by being awkward I could become the Klaatu of the new millenium. Then my ego nudged me and said "No - you are being asked for your autograph" and before I knew it I had signed them and put stamps on.
On top of all this, my television presence is enormous as Paramount are for some reason showing the trails that I recorded for them in character in 2005. Not seen them on there myself, but I had a load of texts the other day about them. They are on in the middle of the night, and advertise my 2005 show Ray Peacock & Son.
So they are useless.
Not just because they are in character (which I don't do any more - except for a special one-off in a few weeks - I'll tell you nearer the time) but they are for a show that has long since been banished from existence and exorcised from my mind.
Still, I am on telly and that's the important thing isn't it everybody in comedy?
I've not done a film review for a while have I? I went to the cinema last night. The fact that there is mustard all over the sleeve of my coat proves it. I keep getting mustard on my sleeve in the same place - after the Ipod incident the other night (false alarm) and the fact that it attracts condiments, I am beginning to think that my coat may be jinxed and I should just stop wearing it. It does make me look like Luke Skywalker (in a funhouse mirror) but it's not worth keeping it for that. But anyway - my film review...
Last night I saw Bobby, which is about Bobby Kennedy (don't want to ruin it for you, but he dies in it...get's shot). It was all right. Went on a bit, was clearly influenced in some ways by Magnolia, but the ending was good and Anthony Hopkins was great in it and I don't normally care either way about him but he was dead good in this. I give it three stars...maybe two...no, I'll stick with three, it wasn't bad - just a bit boring.
I saw Night at the Museum the other week as well and I remember liking it. Yep, that's my review of that one. I remember liking it.
I'm going to go and try and do some writing on this sitcom. It doesn't look good to be honest - my standard of writing is lower than normal...I've been boring myself with this entry...
Fuck knows how you feel reading it.
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