Fool Time

I feel unsettled and hassled this week. I’m back recording the chat show which means up and down to Dublin and staying in a posh hotel with soft walls and kind people working there ready to offer me whatever my madness requires. Ice cream,sausages, towels. You know yourself…. And then back home to the amateur opera company we call family.

I don’t get to start writing until late in the week. And by writing I mean this tip tapping on a keyboard like an elderly pianist.

Trying to write funny stuff is hard..There’s the idea, then the opposite of that idea and then the idea that holds them together. Its like trying to walk backwards into a room that you’re already in and ring the doorbell at the same time. Here’s an example.