|I'd Fly Over Roker Tomorrow|
'Here we are on TV, what does it mean to me' bellowed Joe Strummer at The Roxy or some fuckin place in 76 or 77 when the cameras were all around during a Clash performance. I think he then said fuck off. I know it's not the bahaviour of Noel Coward and gives rise to the bloke that reads this blog who thinks that I think punk was much better than it was or at least as he thinks it was even though by the tone of his messages was probably not born during punk despite the fact I lived through it as a kid, nevertheless he'll probably send me an email about the very subject, looking forward to hearing from you again mate.
It's a bit like looking through old episodes of Only Fools And Horses and thinking that sitcoms were better in the 80s and in the case of Only Fools And Horses you'd be right, obviously during that time we all had to suffer The Other Arf, Home James (bloody hell!!), Up The Elephant And Round The Castle, Bottle Boys, Brush Strokes and other such mockney crap trying to get in off the back of the great writing of John Sullivan that gets forgotten about when people parp on about golden ages of mirth making. Those shows were bloody awful.
I've been watching the repeats of Del and Rodney in the last couple of weeks, they're putting double bills on and apart from thinking about the tremendous repeat fee money coming in for messrs Jason and Lyndhurst respectively, you have to admire the writing and the fact that John Sullivan was so prolific. It's very funny, you can't say better than that.
I've had a mental weekend and sorry I've not been blogging. Friday was a very good night doing a good cause some good at the Tyne Theatre. Andy Robinson, Jo Brand and Sarah Millican were the three acts on the night (not a bad bill) and I compered the show. Mainly a woman audience, me and Andy dug in and got our acts to do the talking and the pair of us came out of it okay.
I know Sarah well and of course Andy but I only vaguely know Jo and hadn't had a long chat to her until Friday. We all went for a bit of dinner before the show then after, me Andy, Jo and Jez, Jo's driver who I know well, had a pint or two in their hotel. Jo Brand is one of the most decent human beings I've ever met. I've said it before on this blog and I don't care who knows including Jo herself but she's one of the people who uses her fame to do good and is very supportive to others in her own industry. It was a pleasure to work with her and socialise afterwards. She's a natural performer as well, makes it look easy.
Afterwards the pair of us (me and Andy) went up to the Stand to see a drunken four acts with the bar to themselves drinking away their fuckin wages. Ah it makes you feel good again about comics, none of this early night shite, the ones who do that are the ones who are busy plotting ways of ripping material off better comics. On Saturday I actually used public fuckin transport to go to Leeds. A right eye opener and getting the last train, the pisshead express from York, isn't something I'd like to repeat to be honest, especially when I was stone cold sober!
Sunday at Assembly was reasonably good. Not as good an audience as last week but a good crowd all the same. We are having nice nights with this show now, we could just do with double the audience to be honest. Carly Smallman did a good job, however we really broke the back of it after my interview with Sir Jeffery Michael Wave, one of the greatest incarnations on the north east comedy scene for a long while. Closing was forgotten man Mike Milligan. He was very good as it goes, one of the best acts we've had at Assembly. Good on you.
Right that's your lot. Busy week ahead, speak tomorrow. Don't worry I'm overdue an angry one, it'll be here at some point this week.
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