Morning everyone. I’m a little bit sleepy after heroically staying up till 2am to watch Bristol City play in a potentially crucial match against a similarly put-upon side, Coventry. It’s a strange experience being 10,000 miles away and watching events unfold just down the road from where you grew up. It makes it hard to believe that you actually ARE that far away and that this whole Australia thing isn’t a strange optical illusion. Anyway, thanks solely to my participation and the finger-crossing efforts of hired fans from this site, my team won 3-1, completing unexpected back-to-back Easter victories which may just be enough to keep us in the league we’re in. Which is all I want for now. I’m not greedy. If you don’t like football much, you may well say ‘yes, but then the new season will begin, and the whole wretched thing will start again, and there’s no real point in any of it, and nobody will care in a hundred years anyway, and you really could be filling your huge mental storehouse of football trivia with much more useful stuff.’ You’d be right on pretty much all of these points, but well, there we go. The irrational feeling of joy shared by me and my sister at the decisive goal, at 1.45am from a distance of most-of-the-planet, is its own point and reward. I think you have to take these moments where you can find them in life, even if they’re not based on much more than sheer stupid instinct.
On a just-about-related note, I mentioned a while back that I would be doing one of my Crazy Special Projects in Edinburgh. I’m close now to being able to give you the full details (they’ll appear here first, as newspapers used to say). But for now I shall just say that it’ll have a very, very loose Olympic theme and it will run from August 16 to 21 or something like that. If you’re sick of the Olympics already, months before they get underway, don’t be put off. It won’t actually be anything like that at all. It will be comedians running stupid races and contesting even more stupid competitions involving trampolines, water bombs and the like. It is best described as a cross between giant school sports day, It’s A Knockout, and the 24-hour shows. It will be massive. Hard to describe the exact dimensions of it, but you would need a decent-sized vehicle to convey it anywhere.
It will be at the Pleasance, and at other weirder places.
This is all in addition to my stand-up show (The Information), which will run every night of August as if I were a perfectly sane person.
Fuller descriptions of these troubling events will follow in the coming days. Thank you.