Self promotion is a curious beast. I have never felt comfortable about it, but I am just not famous enough not to need it. I have a facebook page where even if I put a post up sympathising with victims of a terrorist attack, my only reply would be “WHEN’S THE CHASE BACK ON?”. I have a very detailed website, which has all the traffic of Sunday afternoon on the island of Sark. So I like twitter, for all its many, many faults. And then there is this blog.
I wish that my life was packed with colourful incidents to the degree that this blog was a must read. But it isnt. Yesterday, I went on a road trip to a gig in Glastonbury. The driver and passengers were impeccable human beings, the club itself was a delight, nothing weird happened, nobody called me a poof, nothing happened that I could exaggerate and use as a metaphor for the human condition. I am in Bedford tonight, I hope this changes.
I have been quizzing a lot, both onscreen and offscreen. It’s been emotional. I always love it when people on social media/ digital spy accuse us of occasionally throwing questions or indeed games. I love their absolute confidence in their delusion. So confident, that they will happily libel hardworking, proud/smugly arrogant people. So I shall say it once more. None of us have ever thrown a question let alone a game. Sometimes, incredibly, we are just shit.
I love that Daily Mail “journalist” Amanda Platell, and many goggle-eyed slavering idiots genuinely believe that the BBC are trying to mould society in their own image, by fixing it for a Muslim woman to win a baking contest. Anyone au fait with my work, will know that I do not believe we are a racist nation, far from it. But it still saddens me that there are people out there who will judge you for your ethnicity/sexuality first, and assume that any success you may have achieved is purely because of that. In this sub Andrew Lawrence/James Delingpole world, white heterosexuals are constantly being oppressed, and any success achieved by anyone who falls outside of these demographics is to be viewed with suspicion. I think it was Voltaire who said “Fuck off”.
We live in increasingly violent times, with the threat of war looming ever closer. The thing that worries me most, is ticket sales. To that end, I have three shows to plug.
Oh, I am still single. I shall be going on a pub crawl in Wallasey tomorrow night, followed by a Saturday quiz event in Liverpool. http://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/quiz-in-the-north-4-tickets-17816521696
If you are hot and even vaguely bi curious, say hello.