Backwards In High Heels

Be Gone London Curse

Touch wood, cross fingers, wink at magpies - whatever your superstition can we all hope the curse of London doesn't strike for me in May. Whenever I've meant to be going to London in recent years something has always gone wrong and prevented me.

Well I will not be beaten and in May I am, I AM, going down for a BBC Comedy Workshop. The train is booked, the hotel is booked so I won't be walking under any ladders 'til then.

After a day of workshopping our sketches are being performed that very evening (eek), if it's an open gig I'll let you know.

I haven't been finding enough time to write of late but there are a few ideas lolling around my mind, elbowing for room. No doubt nearer the day I'll be a bag of nerves and convinced I'm a creative void.

Let's have some inspiration - 2 of my favourite sketch characters of late. I *heart* Armstrong and Miller.

Pip pip.

Social Maths

Social maths: three things I want to see in one weekend does not go. Gardener's World Live, Le Mans and (where I will be) the Download Festival.

Damn my varied work and leisure tastes! Surely the answer is we all go to Le Mans, put Download on the outside of the circuit and Gardener's World in the inside. Sorted.

Pants (subtitle: Bum Note)

A quick, is it just me? post.

You get out of the bath and put your knickers. 'oh they're low at the back' you think ' silly me I've put them on backwards'.

So you take them off, turn them round only to find they are now even lower at the back because you had them the right way on to start with but didn't realise how hummungous your rear end was.