That's me done with four days filming down in Derbyshire. I'll let you know all the details when it's all done and dusted, the reason I don't say anything is because of the fact I've seen the brilliant low budget early 70s film 'Five Minutes Mister McGill' and the more expensive remake a couple of years back. If you've never seen it, the main character is an old bloke called Mr. McGill who's got one line to say in a TV drama. The greatest films I've seen are ones where I think how the fuck did they stretch that out to two hours? This one is no exception, have a look if you get the chance. Anyway if you have seen it you'll know what I'm saying.

Anyway what the fuck am I going on about? Needless to say it was great to work with a great TV actress amongst other lovely people, I wouldn't say her name, I don't think it's fair if she's a private person and by the way one that was very nice and personable especially to a no mark like me. Anyway it's an actress that's been around a long while now, her career stretches back to the mid 80s yet she's not much older than me. Every time off the set she was talking about the job, life and family, I couldn't help thinking of one of my favourite lines in British cinema uttered from her mouth, the line being 'make your own fuckin tea' from Rita Sue And Bob Too. Good on you actress lady.

But let's get back to my bloody life that I play out every day via this blog but just the professional life you understand. Filming over, I need to get a hold of my thing more ie the gigs, very much my bread and butter. I've got stuff lined up very nicely for next year but this year seems to be a bit tough. I'm working most of the time but it's not great stuff. I've heard that some comics simply don't work much these days full stop. It's getting tough out there and unless we change the sort of work we do, we could all be collectively out of a job. Have I sympathy? No. No one would for me so why should I for others? I'm very sad for people if they find they've got cancer or are struck down with a heart attack or if their kids are killed or other half drops dead, but being out of live work because they thought their style would last forever? Do us a bloody favour!!

So it's Assembly tonight, we have the quiz back and of course the weekly meat draw. If you're in the North East and want to come and see me, come on a Sunday, it's the only gigs in Newcastle and or Tyne and Wear I'm playing these days. It's a warts and all show but there you go, one day it will rise and be something. Come now when it's a little bit erratic and mental but I guarantee sometimes brilliant. Who's on the bill tonight I don't know but I'll be there with new bits and I'm ready as fuck for a new season.

Right speak tomorrow folks. Max Bygraves never made me laugh but sympathy to his family and rest in peace anyway. Not a bad innings 89. Toodle oo.

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