so…

two things happened-

first, i wrote a ‘pitch’ , and filmed it on my tablet, for a short film. It’s for a competition – £30000 is what you get, to make the film, is it’s accepted.

The film had to be based or inspired by anything out of the Bible. I submitted a modern day a parody of the ten virgins, or bridesmaids. Instead of running out of oil for their lamps they run out of juice for their mobile phones…..the idea’s okay, but my filmed pitch was crappy. but at least i got it in on time – 12 o clock deadline.

The other thing that happened on Monday – a tragic thing.

Paul James texted me to call him. so i did and he told me that Ian Cooper has killed himself.

a friend, a generous bloke. i frequently stayed at his when i gigged in north wales.

He ran a few comedy clubs. He was one of the good guys on the welsh comedy scene.

Last time i saw him was in sep last year – when i toured the welsh Brcht play he let me stay at his pad in Colwyn Bay.

It’s unbelievable that he’s gone….he had a kid, a dog, a house, he was a carpenter, he worked as a counsellor for drug addicts…he was a lovely man.

And now he’s gone. Colled mawr…A loss to the world.

Nos Da Ian

Monday 14th Sep, 2020.

Film nomination

i did a short film called The Comedian. That was in 2019.

turns out it’s been nominated for Best Short Film set in Wales, in the Welsh International Film Festival….

New T shirt

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I got this T shirt done…message me if you are interested. It’s a logo inspired by Cofiwch Drwyerin, – remember Trywerin – a slogan which is still visible on a ruined wall just outside Aberystwyth. It has taken on iconic status. Trywerin was the valley in north Wales flodded in the early 60’s. A welsh speaking community obliterated in order to give water to Liverpool.

 

Only mine says Cofiwch Werthin, which mean Remember to Laugh.

from space

a cluster of tears

upon your cheek

like a new constellation

grows.

silver pinhole satellites

negate the dark

between us

now.

guiding lights

perceptible

from space

remind me

that beneath your brow

lies love

 

15th August 20

watched a documentary on Netflix about Jeffrey Epstein. My God what a man, demonic in his cruelty. his premature death in prison denied his victims the satisfaction of seeing him in jail.  Was it suicide? was he murdered?  It’s scary what money can buy , and who it can buy…

 

Talking about buying…I go on ebay. it’s a kind of hobby. Sometiems i buy things, but mostly I try and sell things, in fact i have sold books, videos, DVDs, furniture, shoes, bricabrac, all sorts of things. I sold a guitar the other day.  Trouble with ebay  sometimes the headaches are not worth the effort; occasionally the irem never arrived, then you get complainers. So I just got a whinger – the buyer’s not happy with the guitar I sent him, says there’s a scratch on it that wasn’t on the original listing.  Ok fair enough, but  the way this person is wording his message I can tell’s he/she’s like trying to almost blackmail me into giving him a discount, cos the alrenative is he sends the guitar back to me and i provide the buyer with a refund – as well as pay for his postage. Fuck it – send it back if you’re not happy !

 

This afternoon i did a 15 minute chat on Radio Cymru – it was a sports programme, but as there is no sports at the moment they decided to have a comedy guest on for a change.  In the end it went fine, i talked about a diverse range: from Grimaldi the clown to the recent Scottish bill on Hate crime. But it wasn’t easy getting the chat up and running – problems with Skype. twice it broke down due to some technical chicanery. In the end we forewent technology and opeted for the old fashion. No i’m not talking about smoke signals – though that might have been more efficient – and did it over the phone.