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It’s a little bit brutal to do four RHLSTPs in two days, but luckily I never do more than one a week, so that could never happen. I am getting too old for his shit. But I have to carry on regardless.
The audience was inexplicably small tonight (do come and see us live if you can, the residency is by no means assured just cos the theatre has its name in the title) but those who showed up did the work of 3 people each and the guests were top drawer. I felt tired in the first interview, which is unusual, and then rallied a bit in the second, though my brain broke down once or twice and I forgot names or got facts wrong. But it’s all good fun. Al Murray is dependably entertaining, as smart as he is funny and Kiell Smith-Bynoe is a delightful man, nicely indiscrete and had a great deal of thought about the human centipede question.
Al’s book is very thought provoking and insightful. The thing that it makes me realise, which I’d never properly thought about before, is the amount of organisation and teamwork and skill required to fight a war. Everything has to turn up at the right place at the right time in the right numbers: soldiers, sailors, planes, parachutists, hardware, intelligence, food, medicine. The list is almost endless. If the work and money that went into a World War was directed towards creating and building and improving rather than destroying, sabotaging and murdering then imagine what we could do. If it has to be a competition, make it one where both sides attempt to make the most of their resources to build something useful or beautiful and a neutral judge decides who has done it best and the winner gets to keep both creations.
Of course that would be ridiculous. Whereas blowing each other up or shooting fire at each other from tanks is normal behaviour.
It may have been a tough couple of days, but it’s produced a month’s worth of podcasts and that’s no bad thing. I still have to book another guest for next week though - again surprised that there are still tickets given that Mark Gatiss is the announced guest. Don’t miss it.
The parking in north London and getting the tube is still working, though the station and its car park are a bit scary post 11pm and I had to dodge a couple of suspicious characters. It should have been half an hour’s drive from there, but the A1 was closed (in a different place to last week) and I had to take a detour round the M25. I wasn’t sure I had more than 30 minutes of driving in me, but I decided to carry on rather than driving into a ravine and finally finding peace and got home around midnight. At least I assume I did. Maybe I am still deriving around in the dark, a ghost.
