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Tuesday 27th September 2016

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We hit the Kickstarter target with over four days to go. It was at about 10pm that the totaliser finally ticked over and I had been fighting off sleep for about 20 minutes so that I could witness it. It’s a testament both to the podcast and its fans that we keep managing to achieve these amazing totals, though this one had the most jeopardy for us as we’d already spent the series 9 money, so it was going to be a struggle to bounce back if we failed. And now comes the hard work of signing DVDs, making T shirts and most difficult for me, coming up with hundreds of emergency questions for the book. 

And there’s still a few days to back the project. Any extra money will just roll over into filming series 11 next year. 

I have a mandate from the members to carry on producing the podcasts in this way that I want and though the wider electorate seem to prefer Jonathan Ross and John Bishop, I feel confident that by the time of the next election this will be the most popular chat show of all time.

It’s all go at the moment and life is throwing in some curve balls as always. I was meant to take Phoebe to football today, but she was still a bit unwell and would later throw her lunch up all over her mum. I had to dash into town for a meeting and then dash back home as we were going into hospital to see a relative who isn’t very well. Last year hospitals were usually a happy place as we left one with a daughter, but this year we’ve had a few less pleasant visits (I think my wife might argue that even last year’s visit wasn’t all that pleasant for her). Luckily Phoebe had got the puke literally out of her system and was a cheerful and cheering presence for the person we’d come to see. Though even if you are getting better in hospital, the beds around you are filled with people who might not. I admire our doctors and nurses and hospital staff so much. How difficult it must be to deal with the human tragedies, even if you are properly staffed and funded. But to remain upbeat and positive in the face of death and illness’ relentless scythe, whilst being pushed to your limits.Why the fuck are we not supporting them more? They are our literal lifeline.

The patients in the nearby beds looked in a lot worse state than the person we were visiting and it was very hard not to find it depressing after just 30 minutes.

I went to find a loo, but there was a queue, so I thought I’d find another one, but ended up walking round the entire hospital. And then when it came to leave, we got lost again, as if acting our some metaphor for the terror of being trapped in this place and only being able to leave in a box. It comes to us all, but I prefer to be able to swan around fooling myself that it doesn’t and that in any case it’s many years away. But then I look at my passport and realise that I’ve been here longer than I’ve got left...

To celebrate the fact that we’re still alive we went on a non-Pointless date night, drank to life and ate some nice Thai food. We were home by 8pm, because that’s what dates are like these days, but it was fun. It’s easy to forget that our lives used to be full of socialising and meals out and staying out til after 10 sometimes. But I never appreciated how amazing it was then. And nor do you. 

Whoosh.



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