Today's fantastic and amazing monologue is about standing guard at your thoughts. Or my thoughts, at least. I'm trying to be more intentional with what I consume. Essentially.

Sunday night blues and insulting old work colleagues. Not really, sort of complimenting them in a really weird way. Actually, probably just an insult. I dunno. Bascially.

Been off, been under the weather, been not having sex with two women at the same time. Mostly.

Some thoughts on hitting coedy goals and then feeling rather directionless. Also I' on a dog walk, it's it 2023 or something. Basically.

Speculation on the whole P Dippy thing. Basically.

Reaching a comedy milestone doesn't stop me moaning about things like the lack of capaciousness of my cupboards. Is capaciousness a word? I dunno, what am I, Byron? Perhaps.

Some thoughts on purpose, maaaan. And Paul Chek. Maaan. And er, well that might be it. Basically.

Lots of comedy feedback, dopamine feedback and moaning. Perhaps.

A bit about Dave Grohl - Leave the man alone. Let he who hasn't made terrible pop-rock albums cast the first stone. Also having a go at developers because they reap what they sow. In this case, AI. Basically.

A rainy update (well, it's rainy outside) about work, careers and going to your grandparent's house when you're a kid. Mostly.