Thank you for your favourable response to what was an extremely crotchy, some would say rude, blog yesterday. I’ve calmed down now and I accept Clembear’s fair-minded points about what might have motivated some of the INFERNAL FAFFING I was on about. In particular I can see why you might barricade yourself in a plane toilet to escape the terror of hurtling through the air very quickly. I fly so often that I can only distinguish it from walking by checking whether or not someone is about to approach with a trolley and offer me refreshments, so it’s easy to forget it fills some people with the sort of dread that I reserve for lightning/certain snakes/death/most things. (By the way, I am offsetting the carbon cost of these flights, as usual; it’s not much but it’s a gesture, at least. I try to avoid flying for leisure reasons but it’s extremely hard in my job not to do it at all. That concludes my thoughts on Earth Week.)
I’m still pissed off about that wineries couple, though.
Clembear also suggested ‘solipsism’ is a good term for what I was talking about: the mentality that you’re the only person in the world (a bit like Rihanna, but even more so). Funnily enough I was very close to using this word myself yesterday but it just sounds a bit formal, and also I’m after a verb really. The term we need is some hybrid of faffing and being a solipsist. Saffing? Folipping? What do you reckon?
By the way, since I mentioned ‘Only Girl In The World’ in passing above, I’ve started whistling the tune, even though I can’t say I care for it much. It’s an interesting phenomenon in pop that sometimes it’s very hard to tell between a song you like, and one which is merely so entrenched in your head, and played so repetitively, that you sort of cave in. I sometimes think that a lot of the biggest hits are songs which no-one would actually say they loved, but which just seep so effectively into the public consciousness that it becomes immaterial whether you enjoy it so much. I mean, this is hardly a revelation, this is why record companies fight ruthlessly over airtime, but I just thought I’d share it. A famous example in my family was back in the late nineties/early 00s when my brother finally confessed he was starting to enjoy the song ‘Just Looking’ by Stereophonics after a two- or three-year battle to not like it. As for me, right now I just can’t summon up any fondness for ‘Little Lion Man’ by Mumford and Sons (I realise I’m one of the only people in the universe to feel this way), but I seem to hear it at least eight times a day, so – hey – another 100 or so and I guess I’ll be on board.
Yep. So. I’m off to do the opening show of the Melbourne Comedy Festival. This is one of those galas where Minchin hosts and about 76 comics are on for two minutes each. Like the one at the O2 which I did last year (and am also doing this year, gig fans. May 24th.) Then my actual show starts tomorrow. Exciting. And frightening. As usual.