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Helen’s update

Posted on | March 8, 2009 | 1 Comment

I’m only posting because Helen insisted I update my blog.  Who does she think she is with her bloggy demands?  She reads and reads and reads but never comments.  Are you happy now, Helen?  Are you happy to have me dance to your whims?  Dance, monkey, dance.

In non-Helen related news, I’m all packed for my sojourn in London. My non-explosive toiletries are in tiny bottles and shoved into a freezer bag lest I attempt to hijack a plane with some toothpaste and shampoo.  I’ve also packed my best pants – no superfluous holes at all.  I am determined to make a good impression with the BBC chaps.

So, I get to London on Sunday evening.  BBC writing workshop on Monday.  Writing sketches and whatnot.  Some acty-type people will then perform the sketches that we’ve workshopped on Monday evening as I sneakily drink beer and prepare to embarrass myself and alienate a number of BBC producers in one go.

If anyone laughs at one of my jokes, I’m going to ask them for money. Much like I do all the time, really.  Wish me more luck than usual.

So then, if, over the next couple of days, you are in London and see a moderately bemused looking bloke with a funny little beard, do say hello won’t you?  As a stranger in a strange land, I’ll certainly appreciate it.

Is that enough for you Helen?  Is it?


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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