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Less than a week until I turn 54. In six years time (if applicable) I will be preparing for Oh Shit I’m Sixty, which doesn’t feel like it should be happening so fast. It’s as ever, better than the alternative and there will be a part of me that will feel grateful about getting to that age, but come on. I’m 25 with the mental age of a 14 year old. Why does time keep playing this awful prank on me?
I was wiped out today from the double whammy of Sunday’s run and road trip and Monday’s podcast record. It was clear I wasn’t going to get anything constructive done and so I mooched the day away. I managed to get some admin done, including letting the monthly badgers know that they had priority access to tickets for RHLSTP in the autumn at the Leicester Square and letting them know the first confirmed and pencilled guests. If you’re a badger you should have got an email, but the pertinent info is also in the members’ area at RHLSTP.co.uk. As tickets are rolling over from 2020 I am pretty sure that the first three shows will be sold out before the non-badge scum get a chance to buy them. There are some pretty awesome line-ups.
Become a badger here.
Most of the October gigs have no guests yet, but I have requests in with some super exciting comedians and I am hoping we can sell every ticket this run. And after the success of the live stream on Monday we are also planning to live stream all these shows too. There will be more info as and when.
And if you bought tickets in 2020 and have held on to them, if you click your ticket link you should be taken to a pdf of your new ticket. Obviously you can get a refund if the new date doesn’t work for you. I suspect a few tickets will be returned, so even though September 27th might be sold out, do keep checking back.
I managed to somehow summon up some energy after a slightly grumpy kids’ bedtime (I was grumpy - they were in high spirits as always) to play myself at snooker and it given my brain dead state it was quite an impressive display of snooker and improvised condom adverts. Plus me singing minor hits of the Barron Knights. Something for everyone (who likes one of those 3 things). The European Super League is shaping up to be a pretty even and exciting tournament and having only the elite players seems to have really upped the quality of play. There were some three ball breaks tonight. Maybe even four. Available to watch in all the usual places. It was certainly the best sporting event on this evening and anyone who missed it to watch some rubbish multi-player sport will be kicking themselves.
I watched Tenable this afternoon. I may have said this before but it immediately transports me back to how I felt after surgery and chemotherapy and the awful out of tune music of their sponsor Willowbrook, which always made me feel nauseous, almost makes me wretch. There are a few things that I associate with that time that are now tainted by the association and which I steer clear of. I had to stop the delivery of our random vegetable box because eating roasted root vegetables is firmly connected to that time when I had no appetite and had to force food down and I now can’t eat stuff like that (even though I was enjoying it before). The loss of carbs has probably helped me lose weight. Tenable I can just about stomach, even though it’s almost my main memory of recuperation, but not the Willowbrook music. I want to find whoever composed it and puke on their head. I think I’d feel like that even without the chemo association. It’s the worst thing that humanity has ever done and we all deserve to be wiped out as a result.
The team managed to name the ten countries beginning with U and V (doubtless the team captain was a fan of Pointless as he got Vanuatu) and for once seemed to understand that the board was alphabetical. I was struggling to think of the country that clearly started United that they hadn’t got either. Turned out it was the United Kingdom.
