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Yes the blog is back. That daily thing that 7 and 8 years ago got me into daily trouble is back. It’s back as fuck. As of now very high profile, should I actually say famous comedians (I don’t know they’ll probably take offence to that phrase if they’re reading this) took great offence to me just observing stuff about the business and mentioning them in passing as they did appalling television programmes after appalling television programmes and thus have never spoken to me again. I know, one man and his blog!! Indeed one comic mentioned about these little people sniping right at the end of his book when summing up his success and quoted a line from the great Mark Twain in order to put people like me down. I was quite proud of that one. I’ll not mention the comedian’s name cos he didn’t mention mine but it does rank highly in my life achievements.
This time I’m not going to even give people balls to fire. My disdain these days isn’t so much toward individual comics that are causing the malaise but the malaise in general and what television comedy has become as a result of this mutual nob stroking on these cosy TV shows where stand ups have turned themselves into wanky celebrities. Not a hint of rebellion from the fuckers should surely make me more angry than the bloke who had not long turned 40 all those years ago.
But no! No no no!! I’m back and now I’m really positive. Why? Because people are doing their own thing now. From Kiri Pritchard McClean doing podcasts about murderers to Janey Godley being all over social media, podcasting and creating her own following and indulging in street politics and wonderful disorder toward world leaders. There’s Richard Herring doing his own sketch comedy online and blogging and self funding his own shows. Scott Bennett is making his own sitcom and what about Jonathon Pie and I’m sure there’s loads more. These fuckers have not only saved comedy but saved my sanity. Just when I thought it was all horrendously touchy feely and the only way to get on as a working class person was to be grateful and discomknockerated (spirit of Ken Dodd) to be in the chat show studio and had to say every two or three sentences ‘who would have thought me, a person from insert name of crap town would be sitting next to Meg Ryan and John Cleese’. I’d say this is better than punk and a great time to be alive. There’s no rules anymore, if you’ve got an idea put it out.
I’ve a few, I’ve put a few into practice. Watch this space for all of them. We are coming to get you.
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