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I arrived home to see my laughing little girl standing in the lounge window with a picture she’d drawn for me pressed up the glass. Even though the picture wasn’t anywhere near as good as one I could have done and I can’t be sure it was her idea to draw it for me, I mean, come on…. All the times I came home to nothing and no one. How amazing a welcome is this?
Glad that I made it in one piece. A bit tired and bleary-eyed I’d been idly crossing a road in Glasgow, whilst reading an email I’d just received. I had misjudged how quickly an admittedly rather speedy bus had been going. It beeped its horn and I jumped out of the way. I pulled a face at a man waiting at the crossing. He was not impressed with my idiocy. Luckily in this Universe I survived, but Peter Howitt is working on a Sliding Doors 2 in which you see the other Universe which involves my funeral and my daughter’s picture burning inside the coffin with my cadaver. I have to say it’s a lot darker than Sliding Doors 1. Although in another Universe he’s working on one where I am just terribly injured and that one has a lot more gags in it.
I celebrated this second lease at life by trying to make my upgrade to first class on the train pay for itself in free sandwiches, coffee and then (once it was the afternoon) gin. I think I might have just about made it pay. It was an easy journey down, though I was a bit sleepy by the end for some reason. Richard Osman is doing a World Cup of Biscuits and even though there was controversy over whether the Jaffa Cake is a biscuit (I perversely side with those who think it is) and disappointment that the ginger nut got knocked out in the first round, whilst the disgusting Bourbon managed to waltz through to the last 16, it was still exactly what the country needed at this difficult time. This is why we are great and why the terrorists can never win.
I also wrote the blurb for the back of the Emergency Question book, which I hope will be with the kickstarter backers by the end of April. It will be worth the wait.
I managed to remain lightly pissed for much of the day (it was my day off) by finally breaking out the old green board and playing a couple of frames of Me vs Me Snooker. The cat has scratched up some of the cloth and I had to move loads of toys from above and below the table and it had fur and Christmas tree needles on it. But it was a lot of fun to get the team back together, with a couple of thrilling frames.
You can hear the first one (frame 80!) here. Hopefully it will soon be back to being a regular weekly fixture. Once we move there will be space for the board in my office, so hopefully I should be able to play any time without having to shift a mountain of toys.
I don't know how I have stayed away from it for so long. It was glorious.
Yes my wife was out.
