Days Without Alcohol - 95.
Andrew Collings rang me at lunchtime to ask if we could do our podcast today instead of tomorrow to accommodate a delivery to his swanky home (I imagine it's swanky - he won't let me go there). Even though I am a very busy man with many, many things to do I agreed to his unreasonable demands. I don't think it is hyperbole to say that I am better than Jesus.
So Podcast 7 is in the can and should
be up for public consumption at some point on Friday morning. Andrew had brought me a gluten free biscuit which I reluctantly nibbled at at the beginning of the recording. I really need gluten in a biscuit. In fact it's really only the gluten that I enjoy. I'd happily eat gluten on its own, but society dictates that that would be weird and so I have to ingest it in biscuit form. I was a little worried what effect this gluten free monstrosity would have on my sensitive stomach and threatened Collings that he might be in for an unexpected nasal assault at some point in the next fifty minutes. I was interested to see if he was professional enough to ride the storm. I could alway set fire to his head if all else failed. This is a great way to put attention elsewhere, though maybe not in an audio format.
The biscuit became inexplicably moreish as the podcast continued, especially when I discovered its raspberry jam centre and I managed to polish off the whole thing before we'd finished. It is most enjoyable talking crap with this wheat hating liberal and we are both excited about our continued iTunes success (but don't tell him I told you as I am trying to affect a lack of interest). We hit 11th in the comedy chart today. We are almost top ten. So thanks for your support and do continue to spread the word to anyone who you think might like this kind of rubbish. And whilst we were doing this the first show of series 3 of Banter was being broadcast. You missed it? You twat! Why not
listen again here. So much free Collings and Herrin. We are really spoiling you, ambassador.
I have spent the rest of the evening trying to build up the courage to install and erase Leopard on my rubbish Macbook, which will apparently sort out all the recent woes, but which will rely on me understanding how to reinstall all my items individually from the "Time Machine" feature. I am sure it will go wrong, as when I have tried to play around with individual items as a practice, none of them seem to move around like the man promised me. All the stuff is there on my hard drive, but will I be able to get it back? I am only really worried about losing my iTunes library. I guess I will have to take the plunge. Any advice from Mac experts out there will be welcome (I think I might have managed it - so don't worry!). I can't just restore everything at once or the old problems might come across and I'll be back to square one.
But I am in the kind of mood to do the things I have been putting off. Tonight I went to see my next door neighbours, who I have not really ever spoken to in five years, to ask them if they minded if some scaffolding I am having put up encroaches into their garden and to tell them that some damp is coming through into my lounge from their house. For some reason I have been putting this off for months. But now I have done it I can't see what my problem was. I am 40 years old and a stand up comedian capable of dealing with audience members who are on fire and yet can still clam up with nervousness when having to face the real world.
My neighbour was very nice though and I feel stupid, both for not going round sooner and also not having introduced myself in half a decade!
So fuck it. Let's have a go at installing and erasing. If you don't hear from me again you'll know what's happened.
Enjoy the podcast. I am slightly skittish because it's nearly time for my holiday!
