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what a negative thing life is sometimes. but i can t work out whether it’s life as a thing that comes your way that causes the negative feelings, or if it’s a subjective slant on life that i have. The wearer of life.

Yesterday i took a few bags of second hand clothes to the cash4clothes man – he refused them, saying that the last lot i submitted smelt of cats’ piss….jeez, things are really hitting rock bottom when you get your old clothes rejected by the cash4clothes man. Apparently this was the message relayed by the main cash4clothes bloke in the area, based down by the liberty stadium. so i took the bags i had – about ten – directly to his shop. he of course had no idea who i was, and he took the clothes, all of them, weighed them, and have me 14 quid for them. The cats’ piss was a one off thing, and i felt a bit hurt by that stinging remark.

where i go with the clothes usually is down in llansamlet – a couple of blokes who also take in metal, in fact they specialise in scrap. so if any copper, aluminium, lead etc turns up i go down there. The blokes there often tease me, with weird shouts of NOEEELL!! It feels odd, i mean have they no idea how to talk to customers ?? to members of the public…? But there you go, if they know you do comedy they feel it’s okay to take the mickey.

another downer, but only slight, was a gig offered and then pulled from me. Mirth control. Eevr since they pulled my Jersey gigs in march, without giving notice, i ‘ve been a bit upset with them. they can’t be bothered giving me replacement work, and when i am offered something there’s usually a problem. There’s no doubt that my comedy world is turning to shit. Still, i did a coupel of great gigs over the weekend – one in hull and one in Peterbro, the latter being in a church on a sunday afternoon. The gig was family firendly and indeed there were a few kids present. i thought i pulled it off swimmingly.

shame i can’t get more work, but there you go, i’m not going to beg these bookers. Oh well, at least i don’t live in Palestine where my daily life would be a lot worse. at least i have food and water, and all that crap. See that bloke last weekend, he led a chant in glastonbury calling Death to the IDF. which was promptly called an antisemitic remark by the media and the politicians. What is going on? i mean, it’s a chant in a rock festival, not meant to be taken literally is it ?? it’s not like actually killing people.

I think we are living in a corrupt culture, the government don’t seem to be condemning Israel as much as they would another country using apartheid tactics. Fuckin hell, one recalls the whole shit show that was Iraq invasion, and then it was strange how Blair and labour seemed so keen on joining in with the invasion, despite there being no WMD. It’s like you really wanna know what exactly is going on in the background? what are the interests at stake ? money ? Oil? weapons? Talk to us world leaders.

USA has vetoed UN call for immediate ceasefire in Israel/Palestine. so what’s their game ? they must be gaining something from doing that. It’s fuckin despicable. Trump. the best thing he ever said was last week, talking about the conflict between israel and this time Iran : ‘They don’t know what the fuck they’re doing’.

sometimes it’s like all you can do is get down, cos there’s nowhere else to go

so much jumble

Hello Richard Jay !

watched the film The Menu – what a disappointing piece of garbage! How much money is spent om these modern films,,.,and all for nothing. It’s touted as satire, or dark comedy…yeah well satire is meant to be funny, and so is dark comedy – hence the word ‘comedy’ – it’s meant to garner laughs. Why do i sense a lot of people like this film because they see some metaphors in it ? because i read that opinion online. But seeing metaphors is meant to be a fairly straight forward thing if the script is well crafted. But in this film i couldn’t tell what the chef had against people, or what people exactly…rich people ? people with money ? food critics ? People who’d slagged him off in the past ? Theatre of Blood took the idea of revenge on critics and nailed it, whereas as this floppy effort drawing pinned it.

Last week was tough but next week will in some sense be tougher. Next week i have more gigs, and will be glad when it’s all over. Looks like the Craigynos gig might be cancelled, so i will have wrangle a cancellation fee out of them. Great venue, but perhaps a little remote.

The highlight of last week was performing as Jacob Marley in the dining experience version of Christmas Carol – Scrooge. I suffered from inertia and nausea shortly before going on stage, perhaps it was anxiety sublimated. It was a narrow but high ceilinged room in Crewe Hall, a hotel which has a gothic feel to it. But i chose to go back home in the van rather than stay over, which i kind of regretted later. There was a weird interlude on the way home in a services, and i ordered a hot chocolate. The hot chocolate became some centre piece of conversation, which confused me as i see absolutely nothing funny or interesting in talking about it. Playing Jacob Marley was a great experience, but the audience were feisty, and i threw in comebacks, it was a much looser show than Titanic.

A week before i’d done the final Titanic of the year up near Hexham. that was a good trip. Slaley Spa and Hotel. There was a pool. The performance went smoothly. I had a starter on a table where the kid had a brain tumour. On the way up one cast member ‘s automatic insulin drip stopped working, and so she had to inject herself. Where we stopped was beautiful views of mountains. On the morning after the weather was appalling, the worst snow blizzard, and it was sticking to the roads. emily did a stirlng job of getting us out of there in the van. Coming back from Slaley i was dropped off in stockport where i did a gig for Tony Vino. I also got to see my old Couchsurfing chu, Jon Abrams. he was very welcoming, and warmed up some korean dumplings. (presumably because my Korea is going south). He’s got a lovely new cat who he calls Olivia. He let me have a nap upstairs, which helped me a lot. The rain outside was miserable so i was thankful that i had somewhere to go for a few hours. Tony let me stay over in his house. and when leaving i grabbed some bread for the church across the road. Then set out to a gig in Bristol.

Unfortunately the weather was all over the place- the rain caused chaos on the railways. I had to take a train all the way to reading as direct services from Manc to Cardiff were all out. But then, by the time i got to Reading – in short i had to go to Gloucester and then go to Bristol Temple Meads, DID the gig for Paul Hileyard, recent BBC comedian of the year award winner, which went well. (the pizza tasted good ). But i had no choice but to stay in Paul’s overnight, as all trains back to Wales were buggered. We walked up to the top of White Ladies road. and then the next morning i walked back down and caught a train to Swansea. The weather was better this day.