Today I accidentally watched some Big Brother having managed to avoid most of the last seven series. I switched on to see a particularly vociferous kind of pond life walking around the house saying things like “I’m not used to not having my freedom and being locked up, I want to go clubbing” (sic) Then a bloke with tourettes whistled and swore in the face of a woman with pneumatic breasts.

And they say television isn’t high brow anymore.

I’m going to my happy place now:

Martin Wolfenden

Back in the early days of this Century, I made some money by saying the odd funny thing in public. On one of these occasions a fellow funny talker told me that I should write a blog (because that was the sort of thing funny talking people did back then.) Now, I’m not the sort of person who does things the easy way, so I rejected all the ready made blogging platforms and started my own website. Since then it’s become a repository for whatever stuff is bubbling out of my brains and a directory of various podcasts and videos that I’ve made with my friends and is completely unnecessary.

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