Hola. Hope you are well.
I’ve had a pretty varied week.
Yesterday ‘Her With One Permanent Job’ and I ended up going to the Notting Hill Carnival. We had planned to go to an art gallery and then in transit decided to go to the carnival, as you do. Our carnival experience included a lot of time queuing for food, a fair bit of wandering around, a lone bagpiper and handful of people doing an Irish jig. All things you’d expect at a carnival.
On the Sunday, we went to see Stomp, which was really good, it was also funny, which is pretty impressive considering there are no words in the show, it’s all percussion. It’s more impressive to me as I’ll freely admit there have been times when I’ve been on stage, with the advantage of having words and not got laughs.
Regular readers of this blog will know I struggle to stay awake in theatres, cinemas and planetariums but I made sure I had a coke before the show, plus as it was a show that had people banging on drums and pans, so surely I’d have no problem staying awake. Wrong, during the middle section I was feeling my eyes closing, which I think is quite impressive considering the conditions.
The only other thing to say about Stomp, was that after the show a couple of tourists approached me to take a picture of them in front of a poster of the show. I’m not sure why they would want a picture of themselves in front of a poster but that’s not the point. The point is I took two good pictures for them, so I was a little surprised and hurt that when I next saw them they were in front of the very same poster getting their picture taken by someone else. There should be some etiquette about things like this.
On Sat eve I watched a film about Bill Hicks and then after it, I wanted to become the new Bill Hicks, in the same way after I watched Nowhere Boy, I wanted to be a young John Lennon and after watching any Rocky film, I want to be a boxer who speaks like they’ve had a stroke. And some people have the cheek to say I’m suggestible.
On Friday my new passport arrived. The delivery company had a facility that allowed you to track your item on the internet, so I took advantage of this so I’d be able to see what time it would arrive as opposed to sitting around all day waiting for it. So I put my postcode in and the long item number and clicked the submit button only to see it say your item will be delivered on said date and that was it. That’s not tracking the item, that is barely following it.
One thing I did know was that I was supposed to have ID and sign for my passport when it arrived. The only problem was I don’t have any photo ID, as I don’t drive therefore don’t have a driving licence. I envisaged a scenario where I would be saying, “My passport, is in the envelope and that will prove my ID”, whilst the delivery man would be telling me, “I couldn’t open the envelope until I provided valid ID”. In my head the conversation was going to go on like this for a long time. As it happened, the delivery man never asked to see any ID.
On Thurs, I did a comedy gig as the 3 Prong Attack (my double act). This gig had the potential to go wrong for a number of reasons but as it turned out it was our best gig so far. What was a bit weird is that we go on stage with headphones on our heads, amongst other things it makes us stand out, so you can imagine how surprised we were to see the second act on wearing headphones, spooky. Luckily he didn’t do any of our act.
Things are also looking up in other 3 Prong news, our previous ‘business plan’ was based around the fact that Prong 2’s housemate subscribed to Timeout magazine, so we were able to find gigs through that. But he recently moved house, so we were snookered but the other day I found out that my local library stocks Timeout, so we are back on track. I wonder if any other acts success is based on such flimsy foundations?
Last Monday, I had my best week answering questions on University Challenge but before anyone thinks I’ve become a boffin, the answers I got were Norman Wisdom (comedian), Roman Abramovich (Chelsea owner), Carson Yeung (Birmingham City owner) Sheikh Mansour (Man City owner), John W Henry (Liverpool owner) and Frankie Dettori (horse rider). I think that sums up my area of knowledge.
And Finally… last week I said I was going to use the trains 8-13% less, well the fight back is on as I am going back to Manchester today on the coach. A return ticket on the coach has cost me the same as the cheapest train ticket one way. Admittedly the coach takes longer but I’m not too concerned, it’s not as if I’m a ‘Time is money’ kind of guy, time is just time to me, in fact these days money is not money to me.
Til next week, stay safe!