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A very early start to the day as I was driving back to Watford or somewhere to get another body scan. This one is just a check up to see that nothing nasty had crept into my body since Right Bollock gave up pumping spunk and started pumping cancer.
So I was pretty relaxed at what was hopefully a formality (though to be fair that's exactly what I thought when I went for that first ball scan - the GP had told me that he didn't think it was cancer and had another diagnosis, so I assumed the scan would just be confirmation of that and I was almost apologising for wasting everyone's time. To such an extent that I don't think the lady telling me there was something in there really registered) and just tired because my appointment was at 7.45 and the scanner was at least an hour away from my house.
All went well. I got the dye injected into me and almost felt like I had weed myself as I am continually warned about. But not quite. My groin just felt slightly warm for a second. Which is not something that happens much to a 53 year old.
It was actually a bit discombobulating to be home before 10am. But I was tired all day and it was a real struggle to find anything to talk about in Twitch of Fun. The jeopardy of this show is that it's improvised and thus can go horrendously wrong. Not that that's a bad thing, as that's funny too. But tonight I felt I was really relying on the puppets to come up with some good ideas to make up for my brain not working. It was neither so bad it was good or so good that it was good, though as the conceit is that I am trapped in a situation that I don't want to be in, I think it still works. But I should probably have taken the week off and relaxed and I've decided that I should take a little holiday from the show (we're away the week after next anyway) so that I can come back to it with enthusiasm and some idea of where the characters might be going.
But having said that, I love it when I go in with no idea and great stuff happens. It can't always work, which proves how amazing it is when it does. Tonight I think the chatroom were funnier than the show. But I guess it's something if the audience for this nonsense is that smart.
I do need start to think about the huge amount of writing work that I have to complete by the end of the year. Unsurprisingly I am a bit behind on stuff, but I think I would have been anyway. But I am really enjoying being a nomad walking round the countryside a couple of times a day who then goes and writes a book or a sitcom. I just have to nail the writing part.
Taskmaster, weirdly, was the cherry on the cake for TV work for me and I am not falling over myself to do any more. I guess some people see that show as a stepping stone to something else, but for me it was very much the destination. I'd be very happy working from home and occasionally popping out for a podcast or to be on a TV quiz show and writing a book and a sitcom series every year for as long as I live. So maybe two more books. I'd be even happier if I didn't have to do the writing bit.
Tonight I lost my Taskmaster crown, but it didn't feel too bad. All the contestants were so lovely this time round that I would have been happy to give my head to whoever had won. I'll let you watch it yourself to find out who got my head. It wasn't Charlotte Ritchie though, which is a shame.
