I’ve just spent the afternoon watching this film with my kids and they loved it. I must admit that although I did start to fall asleep towards the end, I won’t ever tire of watching chipmunks strut their funky stuff to songs like ‘Single Ladies’ by Beyonce. It’s crap but it’s brilliant. It’s like a great joke is always something incredibly simple and borderline stupid that just occurs to you one day. The jokes you really work at and think through are never as funny. So, if you have kids, go and see this movie but don’t take your brain.
Christmas was very relaxing. I just about managed to get to a state where I was properly relaxed and could really enjoy the day. My wife and I have a dilemma at Christmas; she is very sociable and wants to go to every party and invite the neighbourhood into our house (this is actually happening tomorrow night when I’m gigging but I will get home just after midnight to a house full of drunk people hugging me – that is hell when you are stone cold sober!); whereas my idea of a proper Christmas is to sit in my pants all day, drink beer, watch soppy movies and not speak to anybody. We apparently have a classic introvert/extrovert relationship. She likes people and I don’t – okay that’s a bit simplistic, I do like lots of people. Many people of course find the idea of a stand up comic being introverted as weird. I think performers in general are more likely to be introverted than extroverted. Extroverts are usually far more at ease in company and feel no need to perform. Many people who do perform are doing it as a way of masking their true selves. I like this explanation because it makes me sound enigmatic and dangerously sexy. I haven’t read a proper psychology book so I’m mainly telling you this as a result of stuff I’ve gleaned when talking at length about myself to intelligent people.
Back to gigging tomorrow. I’ve loved being home, wrestling with the children (even though they’re girls and don’t like it), eating too much food and drinking too much wine. I have to do three gigs tomorrow night so, as Bill Hicks said, ‘Time to plaster on the fake grin and plough through this shit one more time!’ Must remind myself to be more positive in the New Year. I hope you have a good one dear reader. Have a nice quiet evening in and think of me walking through my front door, knackered from work, to be greeted by the vision of drunk late thirty somethings dancing round the house, while their children start small fires in the upstairs bedroom. Happy New Year!
