One minute of fame

Well, phase two of the one man show is over. Some good new material. Particularly pleased with the school disco scene which sees me laughed into a quivering blob of jelly by an army of invisible demonic convent school girls. (Not that I believe in comedy as therapy, you understand).

Next on the horizon is the recording of 28 acts in 28 minutes on Monday 27th, at the Bloomsbury Theatre, produced by me old mate Rohan.

I've got a killer one minute song which crams in as much swearing as possible inside a minute (naturally, it's tasteful swearing, and entirely justified by the piece). Unfortunately, not really suitable for a 18h30 slot on Radio 4, where you can no longer even say "Gosh!" in case it offends anyone more than three hundred years old.

So instead, I've been grappling with a new song, called "when do I get my own series?" However, the chances of me finishing it, learning it, and performing it without messing up in front of an audience of several hundred people in three days' time ...

I think I'll just cut one of my old songs in half and sing it really quickly.