In a spooky park pretending not to be scared whilst talking about creativity. Basically.

For se reason I relate Christmas to having a sneaky hand shandy when you go for a nap, but I guess they’re pretty similar events. Mostly.

Having a meltdown talking about nursery rhymes and having ZERO listeners over the last couple of days. Basically.

Went on a small train. Not a model train. Not a real train. But an in between train. Apparently it’s now Christmas. Essentially.

A catch up about seeing my mum, running a household and a live reaction to the offside rule. Basically.

An upbeat chat about the World Cup which wades into politics by accident. Twice. Essentially.

A lovely night and a lovely gig with a ticket audience. Basically.

A chat about the World Cup, vaping, taking accountability for your own joy and napping. Which is always a joy anyway. Basically.

Post-gig self-flagellation for the jilted comedian generation. I have no idea what I’m talking about. Basically.

Ragging on middle class things whilst being a middle class thing myself. Mostly.