A quick post to say thank you to all the people who helped with the third event for The Brothers Trust. Tom headed to LA the day after the draw and today, the signed figurine of Tom was picked up from our house and is now on its way to Poland. Congratulations to Julia. Over £15,000 was raised and Nikki now has the invidious task of apportioning this money to various causes.
On telly today, I was introduced as a comedian and dad of Spider-Man. This doesn’t rankle in the way that some people might think. It is something I get regularly and I understand why. And it would be odd to complain, given that I have written a book called Eclipsed and my current stand-up set leans heavily on Tom for some of my biggest and safest laughs. And as I say in this book, there is no disgrace in being Eclipsed by Spider-Man.
That flight home from a holiday…
Excitement to get home against the anxiety of getting back to life, work…
Have we been burgled? Burst pipes? Iron, left on?
I am not usually partial to irreverence, especially so from children and particularly when the children happen to be mine.
I think we all have a proclivity to feeling despondent. Everything being relative and all that. It might even be essential from time to time because it spurs us on to even greater heights?
Nikki and I went for lunch yesterday with some friends. Nothing very noteworthy about this aside from it being a Wednesday until I explain that we went for lunch in a prison.
England-bound today.
Seriously man, it’s been a freaking blast. Like, totally wild.
Only in America is a phrase that resonates well enough; a nod to the unique culture of America and its hold over the world.
I write this, as I sit outside a Starbucks with a flat white coffee and my Apple computer – a little self conscious of representing so many modern clichés. And even more so, since this Starbucks is on Sunset Boulevard, Hollywood? It is just along from the world-famous Comedy Store where the world’s greatest stand-up comics have cut their teeth and no doubt, struggled and been stared at.
Last evening, flying into Phoenix, Arizona was a whole new experience.
Sitting at the front of the plane, Tom and I had the honour of disembarking first and straight off the plane are 3 police officers and I wonder who they are waiting for? Someone causing trouble aboard at the back of the plane? Someone with a package of contraband in the hold?