Counting Sausages

Last night I had a fantastic time in the company of Count Arthur Strong. Who is the most genuinely funny, comedy creations of modern time. He dumps on Alan Partridge and buries the rubbish of Leigh Francis and Sacha Barren-Cohen. If you get a chance see him live, take it. If you can’t, buy a DVD or listen to his excellent Radio Four show (repeated on Radio Seven). His creator Steve Delaney is one of the most talented comic actors current doing character comedy today. His timing is atomic and he never drops out of character, even when signing Merchandise at the end of the gig.

You may guess that I’m smitten. Comedy is such a huge part of my life (even though I don’t perform much) and when I see a performer who takes it to the highest level I stand in slack jawed awe. The fact that this was the second time I’d seen this show – the first being in Edinburgh – and I still laughed my bottom off, is a testament to the talent of this fine performer. Right I’m going to stop fawning now and talk about something else.

Here’s a link to his website.

There is always a place in my home for a good sausage. It has to be mostly good quality meat and not be messed about with. Both Tesco and Sainsbury’s have ‘Sunday best’ sausages which are bloody lovely. The other day I purchased some Wall’s sausages which are the nearest you can get to a proper sausage at the lowest level of the sausage ladder but they were ultimately unsatisfying as the meat was too finely chopped and padded out with lower quality cuts . My current favourite are Sainsbury’s Venison and red wine which are delicious. Somebody moaned at me the other day about the cruelty of eating a Deer. Well, Deer aren’t mass reared like cattle or pigs. They’re not filled with steroids to increase their meat yield and they’re delicious. So there nerrr!

Anyway that’s the blog for today and for those people who said positive things about the my move over to Linux, many thanks they are much appreciated, especially Nosferatu who gave me the command to make my soundcard work and Miss Titley who has the honour of being the only commenter to get their comment attached to a post as it was the only one not to want me dead.

Right I’m off for a bath and then I’m cooking sausages.

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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