Thanks Mark, for that phrase.
Yep, things are not too bad, considering.
The title refers to the way in which I have been dealing with solicitors, estate agents and twats in general, well enough to be able to say we mave a move date of 10th March.
Hurrah, you may cry. Maybe not. Maybe a low pitched hum, or confused kitten "meep" is more your style. Hey! I ain't prejudiced!
A quick recap to cover things I haven't yet.
The Boosh (live)
Excellent! Unlike, say John Shuttleworth (who I admire greatly), the Booshy boys are able to re-use old material in a way that doesn't leave you groaning "not THIS again!" Some lines were done the same way they've appeared on stage, radio and tv, the magic came from the fact that it still made you laugh. Rich "Bob Fossil" Fulcher cracked the lads up and I honestly thought he'd been riffing on a spliff when he gave us "Bigleg", the tv series he'd been starring in back in the States. Needless to say, it was not only part of the show but Rich, not Naboo, saved the day, an unusual ending for the Boosh, and very welcome because of it. I also made a t-shirt the night before (for "made" read "scribbled on") featuring my own version of what a Stocky Jesus logo would look like. I got glances, let me tell you. The "backstage at the Brits" crowd, all hair product and clothing with attitude, looked at me and wondered. What, I didn't ask, but I felt clean and honest, not styled. When wearing the wrong hair fudge means social exclusion, I walked tall, smiled a lot and didn't take it seriously at all.
Comedy is a serious business, so much so that the Boosh are playing, and filling the NIA. Forget Kanye West, shoot yer way into that show! Who knows where they'll go next. The interview on the dvd of series 2 reveals that they had to write all of the second series from scratch, as they had used up all their old material. Let's hope the collaboration continues.
The latest offering on BBC3, Snuff Box has plenty of comedy credentials, Boosh fondlers Fulcher and Matt Berry, Arthur Matthews as script consultant - what more do you need? A freakin' invitation? I was unsure, before, as yet again, the promotions department at the Beeb seem to be a hibernating hamster called Miss Jenny who thought she might be getting a migraine and had better lie down in the dark. With some Hob Nobs. With "3 pints of piss and a knobcake sandwich" getting loads of trails for it's 5th (5th!?!) series, you'd have been forgiven for thinking that Snuff was a gamble, a "let's see if we can get another Little Britain, fuck it, these are supposed to be funny (in a way we don't really get), but we've got to spend the licence fee on something" experiment. Well, bean counters, it worked. I was very pleasantly surprised, enjoyed many moments, welcomed the story/sketch format familar from Little Armadillos and The Young Ones, and really look forward to the rest of the series.
Carla, the dog I walk occasionally, cut her hind leg badly Monday. A whole pack of tissues, just to clean her leg of the blood, left me twitchy. I'd dropped her lead, she kept running off, thinking I was playing, and I needed to get her home. Lead was found, dog cleaned and calmed, Anne called and a trip to the vet vetoed. I stayed there with her for over 2 hours, stopping her from opening the wound up by licking it. Of course, every time I got up, she got excited and blood flowed. Popped back up that evening after not hearing from Anne, but all was well. She now has a terrier megaphone collar that stops her licking it. I'm looking on ebay for one my size.
I'm back up there this afternoon, for a massage, so hope things are ok. Otherwise, I may end up a few inches shorter with a slipped dick.
My hands are buggered again, maybe the cold, maybe the reading I did recently (The Algabraist by Ian M Banks) but definitely the attempts to dismantle a wardrobe. The little repair in the bathroom and to the outside wall left me achy but eager to try and find my limit of activity. As it is, writing, clutching, holding for a period of time, carrying things and juggling are all out. Doing this is giving me gyp, but I'm overdue a blog and want to do something before internet access unavailable.
Read back some of this and agree that I need more sleep and that this entry shows it.
Still snaffling bits from Pandora, downloaded some other stuff from somewhere else, including a Birmingham based band's track that was a)about the landing of the Daleks and, b)banned by the BBC. A couple of Dead Kennedys, a Fall track and a Prodge piece as heard on the Beeb's Winter Olympic ads and I was happy.
DVD wise, I got the second seies of Booshness, plenty good things, including pilot episode, "Tundra". Different titles, Dixon as played by Richard Ayoade and an audience laughing along. Oh yes, well worth a visit. Also picked up copies of The Nutty Professor (J.Lewis) and Where the buffalo roam (B.Murray) for 2 quid each in a Bearwood charity shop.
Hurrah for this, you say.
Yes.
Next?
Get the move sorted, rest me paws, learn about podcasting, write material, listen to some tunes, and see if I can face my biggest demon at the moment - whether I can read a certain book. Oh yes, I'm worried.
