Throw enough ideas and some stick

I sit here currently, watching a rerun of Louis Theroux’s weird weekends (one of his early ones meeting the right-wing American survivor nuts, like charles Ng and Leonard Lake but with less humour), and enjoying where my life is currently leading. I mean, where it’s going when you remove work and many other serious boring things.

Last time I gave an update I was in an ecstatic mood following 14/48 and bursting at the seams to get going with that. I was there, raring to go and chomping at the bit, all of the overused and tired cliches, desperate to find an outlook for my creativity and general immaturity. And I true to form, I waited and waited and nothing happened. Because that’s not how life works, you idiot.

But, I got up and threw ideas around and had chats with wonderful people, and all but one of my ideas fell flat. But throw enough ideas out and some will stick, and other people will come at you with ideas too. And, believe me, I threw out a crap tonne of ideas. However, the one I did have is developing nicely – a podcast. We’re not sure what it’ll be about, but we have everything else sorted, which might well be the wrong way round of doing it, but I’ve never done things properly.

And that’s not all, he said in the style of an annoying infomercial host, I have also kind of been invited to be part of a band, which I haven’t done in over 5 years. Only this time,I haven’t got access at all to my drum kit. That is residing, gathering dust, in Telford, over 2 hours away. But I can always find a way.

As I said, I’ve never done things properly.

Oh, and I’ve also been cast in a comedy play at the Leicester comedy Festival. Which is nothing if not brilliant. The cast is full of fantastic people, the script is a hilarious cross of python and the Goons, and I am so excited to get rehearsing for it. Plus, if it all goes to plan, it could well see itself going over to the Edinburgh Fringe if all is well.

So, from the end of the last blog to now things seemed to be going the correct way – at least on the creative side of things. But let’s not get into the rest of my life, which is a poo.