So that seems a good reason to start writing the blog again.
Our show, Pappy's Fun Club's World Record Attempt: 200 Sketches in an Hour, starts on Wednesday 5th August. Blame preparations for that, several other writing jobs and my general laziness for my lack of blog for the last few months. Strangely, according to google analytics, the blog is more popular in my absence than it has ever been. This is thanks in large part to the number of racists and non-racists that frequent this page. In fact that page was recently-ish recommended by Richard Herring who according to the G2 falls into one of those categories: racist or non-racist. I can't remember which as I wasn't paying much attention whilst reading the article. After all, if the writer can't be bothered to then why should I?
So here I am again in Edinburgh, my favourite place to be during August. It is deceptively lovely weather, birds are chirruping outside yet, since my arrival, the only time I have set foot on good-old Scottish soil is to walk from the car to the flat. I've been in town for nearly 20 hours and I haven't been outside.
I'll tell you a few things about what I have been up to prior to this month, then I'll go and do our tech rehearsal, then hopefully I'll see someone or do something that'll give me something to write about that requires more than 140 characters.
I wrote a bunch of sketches for this series of The Kevin Bishop show. I'm especially proud of my Crank parody, The Puncher. Jason Statham is injected with a strange potion that means he can't stop punching. I also performed in a sketch in which I had to play rugby. Unfortunately I was cut out of most of the 'action' scenes as I looked scared every time the ball came to me. In fact, in a number of shots, out of pure flashback-to-Grammar-school knee-jerk reaction, I actually said,"Sorry!" on catching the ball.
I also co-wrote and performed in a few sketches for the late night topical show TNT Show. The show films on a Tuesday and airs on a Thursday. Upsettingly, I performed a sketch about Michael Jackson (the premise being that he wasn't as ill as the papers were saying, he wasn't using lookalikes and-to prove it- here he is. Cue crap lookalike, ie me) on the Tuesday before his sudden and semi-unexpected death. The news broke on the Thursday night, just as the show was beginning. This of course threw me, the producers and my co-stars into a bit of a panic. In the end Channel 4 did, well, this:
Which was the best they could do in the 15 minutes they had. Read the [not exactly] full story here. One thing that did make it was my girlfriend Charlie's La Roux spoof. Here that is instead...
Well, it's good to be back. Hit me up with comments and all that.
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3 comments:
You are back. That is very cool. Have a great Edinburgh.
Good to have you back.
It sounds sycophantic to say that I've missed your charming blogging, but no, I really have, and it's good to see you get back into it. Maybe it doesn't sound sycophantic, maybe it just sounds NICE. Who can say.
Hurray!
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