After being entertained last night by watching the last ever episode of Six Feet Under, the drama series from the early nougties of the Fisher funeral directors, I now, after two days off have to go back to the grind of doing gigs on the (in this weekend's case) London comedy circuit. When you look at the actors that took part in the critically acclaimed, much loved but at the same time slightly overlooked 5 season drama serial, you realise that a lot of people will be famous for one piece of work and one piece only. The actors will be remembered for it not the creator Alan Ball. Indeed in this country, you just think of the ginger squeaky voiced ex England world cup winner when the name Alan Ball is mentioned.

I'd like to write more, Im actually doing some deadline writing now, on the one hand you don't get the credit for the funny joke but on the other you don't get the hassle in Asda, or in the case of the people I'm writing for, Waitrose. It's a funny old business. The bloke that was in the Barclaycard adverts with Rowan Atkinson was actually paid by Barclaycard a retainer so he wouldn't be in other adverts in the periods between them adverts being made and then broadcast.

On a much smaller scale I'm doing the same tomorrow night. Due to a bit of a fuck up, I wasn't sure where I was going to be this weekend. As it happens I am actually working in London. I'm opening Camden and then closing Balham tonight. Tomorrow I was opening Camden and then doing two gigs in Balham in one of those classic London Saturday night gig trilogys. However one of the Balhams has gone due to the computers being down this week and thus sales suffering, also I'm now what they call 'spare' at Camden on  Saturday, where you hang about and you'll be called at the last minute to do the show if need be. Watch out for a last minute substitute's call at 8.15pm.

I do find it weird to be paid to do nowt but no more weird than when I get repeat fees for a voiceover programme I was on last year and the year previous. Indeed it must have been weirder being 'Bough' in the Barclaycard adverts, your biggest earner in your life or being Claire in Six Feet Under, probably the biggest millstone yet the best break you'd ever get in a self indulgent, pretentious industry.

Good luck to anyone who gets a piece of piss licence to print money moment that gets drawn out for years and just like a middle aged man pissing at a urinal, when you think it's all finished another generous amount comes out, conversely we do have to grind away for fuck all for years making nothing on pet projects.

Right it's a strange weekend coming up. While I'm 'spare' on Saturday, I won't fall asleep or watch 'blue movies' like they famously did at British Leyland however I will indulge myself in listening to the radio or eating an Indian Meal. And to think I have to buy the meat draw myself on Sunday.

Don't forget Sunday by the way 'Gavin Webster's Northumbrian Assembly' starts at 8.30. Ava Vidal is the main guest, there'll be two more as well. Either get tickets by going to www.thestand.co.uk and follow the relevant links or just turn up and pay. Either way we'll see you there.

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