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I really need to quit smoking in any capacity. Last night I ended up trapped in a dumb fog when I should have used the time to write, write, write. I made a promise to myself that if I wanted to be a writer I had to commit to it entirely, and let a lot of things fall by the wayside to do that. It looks like we’ve got another item for the bonfire.

I’ve made my choice, I need to push myself into that square hole with all my might if I’m ever going to manage it. I still need a couple of days away from all this to think it through, hopefully this weekend will give me that.

Last night I went out for cocktails with friends, I am aware that is an extremely wanky London commuter type thing to do but I am an extremely wanky London commuter type. They’re friends I’ve known since school, which means up to twenty years ago, and it’s an amazing thing to do, it’s like the Child Of Our Time documentary series, I honestly feel like I’m Robert Winston, but without the ability to even fathom a moustache.

It’s interesting to see what guys you’ve known for so long have become, how we have all found love, we have all found careers (or at the very least jobs), we have all learnt so much and come so far together and yet we are still very close as people. We don’t just sit and talk about when a year seven was thrown in a bin or how we would set off fire extinguishers down the halls, we talk about current affairs, and music, and what we are all doing now, and our plans for the future, and it’s good to know that only one of them is married, and that only one of them has a baby on the way and that there is nothing wrong with being twenty-five years old and not really knowing exactly where your place is in the world, we can just be, and we are slowly getting our shit together but the age of being married and having a career and a home at eighteen/nineteen are dead and gone to us, we are the continuing teenagers, we are not quite there yet, but we are all working very hard, we were just coiled ready to attack for a lot longer than our predecessors.

Peace.

Last night was the second in a new season of the Improvised Comedy Workshop I attend. For those out of the loop improvised comedy is where you get up with no script, no characters, no idea and your audience give you the setup and you derive humour from it – like Whose Line Is It Anyway?

It’s been a couple of months since I felt that energised, that ready to just commit myself to dashing about and acting stupid and it is so much fun. Once you get over the hurdle of any embarrassment you realise that nine times out of ten you are performing to people who are with you, they want to be entertained, they’re on your side. It’s a wonderful feeling to have when your self esteem tends to wain for no reason at all.

Sitting in the pub with them afterwards I realised what a good group I get to perform with, and how really it’s a shame that we only have those few hours together on a Thursday night, they’re all so funny, all such characters and so supportive of whatever each other have going on, it’s a brilliant environment to operate in and I feel privileged to be a part of it.

Detective Frank Horowitz entered the room like he owned it, and for all anyone else knew he may well have done, he wasn’t one for photos of family on his desk or requesting days off for school plays, that is, if he even had a family.
Holloway walked over to the desk, pulled out his Parker and dug it into the mouth of Martin Yale (recently deceased).
‘This is foul play’ he declared.

I am overwhelmed by the response so far to my fundraising. I hoped people would catch on quickly but the generosity and messages have been lovely.

I would like to personally thank Kate, Emily, Terri, Mex, Luke, Antony, Jade, John and Stephanie for their donations. I won’t forget where that first £120 came from and I hope there’s more to come from others.

I’ve set the ball rolling on a couple of ideas to organise different things to raise funds, one of which I am particularly excited about but it’ll have to wait for confirmation.

In the mean time go here to get in on the action.

Sorry, I’ve been very busy this weekend, there’s a perfectly logical explanation for it which will all be revealed in time, just be patient avid readers.

I went to see Anna Karenina last night which left me in an odd mood, it’s a very bleak film and having never read any Tolstoy I wasn’t sure what to expect. I was squirming in my seat by the end, it was like the Ludovico treatment.

For the time being though I’m back on the train, back on my commute, but with a spring in my step.

I’ve spent this weekend sat at my computer with a guitar and microphone plugged into it, right now my Mac feels like it could just explode, it’s never been this hot, I’ve never had such a surge of work on. It’s taken just over twenty-four hours but I’ve recorded a five track EP that will be available as a download soon. I’ve just burnt it to a CD so I can go for a drive later and listen to see if there’s any adjustments I want to make and then you can all hear it.
It’s part of a bigger thing I’ve got coming up, but like a good Jewish boy I need to tell my Mum before I can tell anyone else.
I’ll speak to you later, when all will be explained.

I’ve turned my little bedroom into a studio. I’m working on some new songs (and some very old songs). I’m hoping that you will all get to hear them soon because I’m going to offer them up as an EP that you can download.

As I stood in the bathroom this morning brushing my teeth I realised that it was Friday and I felt burdened to write my usual Friday blog.
I couldn’t think of anyone to write about, having covered pretty much everyone in the last couple of months, I think I’m just going to put the idea to rest and that’s all I’ve got to write today.
I apologise that it isn’t more exciting but I’ll have news after the weekend

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