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Saturday 25th July 2009

The curse of the WWI trenches has struck again, though to be honest it was a curse that was a lot more deadly back in 1914-18 where it spookily took out thousands of fit young men every day.
But it's still working its evil magic. First Henry Allingham dies and now we lose Harry Patch. These things always happen in threes and I am sure that all the other men who fought in the trenches of WWI must be shitting themselves now.
Harry was a good old Somerset boy and was always my favourite. I actually said "Nooo!" out loud when I heard the news. And then I remembered that he was 111 and it was possibly just about his time. I was still sorry to see him go. Good on you Harry. RIP to you and to all your comrades who fell before you. A living piece of history has gone, but must not be forgotten.
After my second gig tonight I had a drink with Stewart Lee who'd popped along to see the show. We talked about the good old days and the bad new days and drank a bit too much beer. It was lots of fun. Two grumpy old past it comedians still trying to do their thing. Good to have the old double act back together, even if we were just propping up the bar. We agreed to reform and do some more stuff together.
But not for another twenty years.
It's nice to have it as a possibility, but also good that we're doing OK on our own and neither of us need to do it. If one of us really craved it or needed the money then it would be sad, but we don't have to do it until the time seems right. And even then maybe not.
My current double act partner Andrew Collings was publicly and blatantly unfaithful to me and had some nobody comedian called Michael Legge on as his guest on the show he was doing on 6Music. You go off with your whore Collings. You had to pay him, whilst I am waiting at home and do it for free. I listened to the last minute of it and it was shit. It was just you saying goodbye to each other. If the whole thing was like that it must have been the most boring hour of radio ever. I might not give him any of the cake that someone had baked for us, which I was given at the Battersea Arts Centre tonight (I didn't catch the girl's name - please email me so I can thank you on the podcast). That'll show him. Hopefully after his disgraceful encounter he will appreciate what he's got at home now.

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