Hello. Sorry I’ve been quiet for a while – maybe that was a relief? (SHUT UP! I don’t want your real opinion!) I’m writing this in an Internet café in Edinburgh, where a Polish builder has just fallen off a chair, his coffee break is so hilarious, so I’ll be brief and just fill you in on what’s been happening, and on why I won’t be blogging properly again til next week.
It’s been a really eventful week. I spent most of it in Birmingham shooting an episode of Doctors which will be on in March. The gang there couldn’t have been more welcoming and what could have been a stressful schedule was made the finest of craic. Well done, you blokes ‘n gals.
I spent most of my “down” time on the phone to the Home Office, whose lack of information and communication regarding mine and my American fella’s hope to get married in the country in which we’ve been paying taxes has been a delight. In a nutshell, after much ado and the retaining of a solicitor, the wedding may well still be on on the appointed date. Relief is not a word I bandy about, but it definitely applies to this situation.
In Edinburgh now, and it’s freezing but – of course – beautiful and Christmassy. I’m gigging at the Stand and, as usual, last night’s show was top fun. If you’re about this weekend, you must drop in.
Other than that, there’s been lots of writing (some new material that went down really well last night – shame I’m giving up stand-up, eh?). Trains. Lots of trains. And some running. I’m back on the upward taper, post-marathon; I’m allowed to do longer runs again. Nice to be able to do other exercise too, and not feel guilty. I did 90 walking lunges in my room the other morning and I have only just regained the use of my legs. Oh, and I got chatted up at the gym! That always surprises me: sweat, frizz, despair: how are these things attractive? He was a very sweet personal trainer dude, but I think steroids and protein shakes must have shot his short-term memory: I distinctly remember saying the word “fiancé” far more times than was strictly necessary and it still didn’t hit home. Still, sweet. Nice to be offered the sandwiches, even if the picnic’s all packed up home.
See you next week.
Nearly at target for the Alzheimer’s Society. Please help me reach it by Christmas by sponsoring me here. I did a marathon. Come on.
