This could have been the Blogless Day. I had to record a TV show this evening. It was me, John Bishop, Jason Manford, Jenny Eclair and host Philip Schofield. For me and probably many of you, Schofield is one of these people who you grow up watching on TV and would probably be pretty happy with your entire life if you ended up meeting. I’ve now met him twice this year, once in my first TV outing of 2010 (‘This Morning’, before the days of this blog) and once in my last. Got to be pretty happy with that. He’s ever so nice, as well. He and Dawn French, over the next couple of weeks, have been excellent examples of People I’ve Met Who You Assume Are Nice And Then They Actually Are Nice Thankfully (PIMWYAANATTAANTs, as I believe they’re known). They might well be up for some kind of awards in the Watson Awards I might or might not end up having on the blog before the end of the year.
It was a fairly nerve-racking affair though, because Jason and John are much slicker comedians – not saying they’re better (optimism, optimism) but they’re the sort of people you tune in to watch on television and think ‘those chaps in suits look like they know what they’re doing’. Whereas my schtick is more ‘that man, not in a suit, looks as if he doesn’t know what he’s doing, but phew, he’s getting away with it’. And that is why I’m less likely to be on ITV1 than Jason and John, as a rule. I did wear a suit, though. A grey suit with a pink shirt. You couldn’t make this shit up.
Anyhow, my contribution was a fairly shambolic affair as usual, but once it’s reduced to a nice little bit on TV, it should hopefully look quite nice. It’s on telly on the 21st, I think. There were a couple of jokes you might recognise from previous shows, if you’re the sort of person who pays attention to my efforts, which luckily many of you are. But there were some new ones, as well.
The car home took longer than I expected, and my phone is once again in a ‘nope, can’t help you’ sort of mood (its ability to post blogs or not post them fluctuates like some sort of prima donna’s stage confidence), and, well, all in all I started to fear I was going to have to turn to the Emergency Bloggers once more. And I don’t really want to do that more than once in a while. But this looks like being another happy ending. Sorry to do this to you, so close to Christmas. I’ve not checked Twitter but I bet a few hardy souls are watching the clock. If it’s any consolation, there’ll probably be even closer calls around the festive period. Why do we all put ourselves through it, eh? Because it’s fun. Hopefully. Hmm. Thanks for waiting worriedly to read/reading this a long while later and not understanding what the fuss was about.