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Amazing that Father Christmas took the Coca Cola gig. Surely the obvious choice was Fanta.
I think I might have written more than my quota of jokes for this year, so I can take next year off. Sweet.
I have decided to take myself off my diet for Christmas. I am going to stick to not drinking alcohol (and then make a decision in 2022 about whether I return to drunkenness or not), but for a few days I am going to allow myself to eat chocolate and anything I fancy. After so many months of eating mainly healthy foods it's given my body a bit of a battering and as pleasurable as chocolate is, I do feel like I've been mildly poisoned. But as long as the splurge is followed by me feeling sick then I should be OK.
I am listening to Richard Osman's The Man Who Died Twice and it's very enjoyable. Great characters that you care enough about to feel genuinely hurt when they are hurt and clever twists and turns and enough loose threads to make you think you've got an idea of what's going on, only to later find out that you almost certainly didn't. I do have a good half a theory about who's behind this one and Osman has given me enough rope to hang myself with. I love that he's a very clever man who isn't ashamed of popularism (in fact, quite the opposite) and despite being seemingly effortlessly successful at everything he does, he doesn't seem to have turned into a huge prick like many people at the top. I mean, obviously he's always been a huge prick to me, but I am satisfied he would be like that whether successful or not. I imagine some people will be sniffy about his books because they sell by the bucketload (though how many books can you get in a bucket) but he is a brilliant author: funny, gripping and human. Obviously I won't be telling him this personally. Not that I need to recommend his books, but I will anyway.
Threw myself into a Twitch of Fun with even less prep than usual tonight. And we were doing musical numbers. It was madness. And chaos. But the regulars seemed to enjoy it. Even though it was everyone else doing the singing my throat hurt, presumably like when husbands feel pregnancy pain, which must be why I also felt embarrassed when the puppets messed up their bits. The idiots. But the mental hurricane is what you come to see and I feel there were lots of laughs and revelations in there somewhere. I continue to love this show regardless. Let's see where it takes us in 2022. It's up in the usual places. Audio and video
