I really did intend to get up quite early and make some early headway on AIOTM 8, but my body rebelled. Not only did I sleep in til midday (having stayed up late watching three episodes of the Wire after getting home from the cinema at midnight) I couldn't build up the energy to go to the gym as I'd intended. Or even to the newsagent for the papers. I stayed on the sofa, failing to even write my blog and just watched episode after episode of Battlestar Galactica. I can't even tell you how many I watched. Fucking loads of them. Every time I wanted to stop at the end of one they would end on some cliffhanger that meant I had to start the next one. And suddenly it was midnight.
That's not going to buy shoes for baby is it?
I enjoyed it though, especially when Dean Stockwell said "Oh Boy" while having sex, which must surely be a cheeky Quantum Leap reference. So there was one line for AIOTM out of all those hours of watching.
But I think it's clear that I needed this mini-holiday for work after a very busy couple of months. I've had five days in a row where I have done pretty much no work (aside from the C&H podcast, a recording for the new Profanity app and one gig) and next to nothing of any interest. I haven't even really been keeping up with the news too much. All these things combined might make AIOTM 8 a bit tough to get together. Because to write "As it Occurs To Me" I do really need some things to occur to me. And sitting on my sofa watching BSG and eating too much pizza doesn't really count.
I will just have to hope that tomorrow's papers bring some massive DickIbegyourpardonNick Griffin style story or that my nearly sold out gig
at the Lyric Hammersmith will be eventful. At least there are some TV celebrities on the bill, because the only people off the TV I've spent time with this week are useless Andrew Collings and (at the poker) Ben Moor from Planet Mirth, Andrew Mackay from Time Gentleman Please and Grub Smith, losing oarsman from "The Other Boat Race". And none of those are in the league of even Nev Campbell, let along Neve Campbell.
Still ridiculously the work for AIOTM is left til the last possible minute even when I have time on my hands. It is born out of fear and rapidly approaching deadlines like all my comedy it seems.
