…is the name of a radio show I was on last night, hosted by Mr Charlie Brooker. It’s a sort of panel show thing ‘on Britain’s favourite subject, failure’, but that’s basically a thin excuse for the awfully funny Brooker and his guests to bemoan every aspect of life, as in all his shows. So really up my street. The other guests were Rufus Hound and Holly Walsh. I’ve not actually heard it, but it was certainly a good old laugh on the night. Anyway, the point is, I was so busy ranting about people’s anti-charity snobbery that I clean forgot to inform you of this radio broadcast, which is a poor effort considering this website is meant to keep you abreast of my career, more than my ranting priorities.
So – you’ve missed it, but these days you have never really ‘missed’ anything, thanks to genial old Mr iPlayer. So give it a listen.
And now back to that auction. Despite all my protestations that this was not some sort of ego trip, it’s only right to admit that I would’ve been a bit gutted if I didn’t get past £5. Luckily the bidding has gone past about two hundred quid at the last check. Which is an awful lot to be followed by me, or have me do a standup routine in your honour; in fact it’d be slightly over the odds even to move in with me (though Kit got it for free, I guess). But this is what I was saying. Charity. Everyone pays over the odds. Everyone wins.
My current asking price is only just behind that of Tim Minchin. If he and I had an ongoing partly-ironic rivalry, this is exactly the sort of time when we would renew it. So, er, yeah. LET’S GET AHEAD OF TIM. Although charity is the real winner, of course. Charity. No ego involved. None at all. Phew.