Stare Into Space

I should probably get a cat

Posted on | February 26, 2009 | 4 Comments

Can’t really stand the little feline bastards but, as I’m off to London, it seems that a proficient ratter is a necessity.  A half-decent, rat-catching moggy and I can be mayor, just like Boris Johnson.  I’ve read it somewhere.  I don’t think it needs thigh-high boots like that Puss-In-Boots which is a pity – a talking, boot-wearing cat is really the only type I can bear.  The slinking, shitting ones, I can take or leave.  Well, if by ‘take’ you mean chase, kicking, out of my garden…

But that’s all a bit tangential.

The main point:  The BBC, in their flawed and wonderful wisdom have invited me to attend a comedy writing workshop.  Hurrah for me, eh?  Well, hurrah for me and a bundle of other socially awkward geeks with more time than friends that have probably been invited.  Just kidding, can’t wait to meet you all, chaps.  We can talk about girls.  Or, I don’t know, Linux or Top Gear or something.

It was actually the last century when I was last in London.  I’m intrigued to see the myriad wondrous things that, I’m certain, a decade or so of New Labour government has brought.  I’m guessing that the congestion charge solved traffic issues long before the solar-powered hover cars were even considered.  Still looking forward to a ride in a hover-taxi though – “You’re in a Johnny Cab”.  Cooooool.

So, 8th and 9th of March, I am to be accommodated at Boris’ pleasure.  Eeeeuuuuww!


Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

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