It’s been a gruelling three days. I spent Thursday and Friday rehearsing a improvised comedy pilot show (a contradiction in terms, you might think, but I was the host not one of the clever off-the-cuff persons). Then we recorded the thing last night in an astonishingly drawn-out three-hour studio session, with a remarkably resilient audience who withstood heat, pressure to laugh, and very limited toilet facilities to support us. In the middle of this I had recorded a bit for next week’s Comedy Rocks, on ITV, which was only short but involved mingling with the likes of McFly and burning up the immense amount of mental energy I expend getting nervous for these things. And then this morning I had to rise at Kit O’Clock and then go off and show my sleepy face on Soccer AM.
So, all pretty tiring, but of course not really a gruelling day at all compared with what a lot of people get up to. I didn’t have to put out any fires or patrol an area of the Gaza Strip. I’m very grateful to have the life I do. I wonder which reader of this blog has had the most tiring, or demanding, day. I invite your bids for the title. It’s always useful for the rest of us to be supplied with some perspective. If it turns out that after all, I AM more tired than any of you, I shall withdraw these sentiments about perspective and entitle the next blog ‘I Am Bloody Amazing’.