I am now up to the stage in re-writing my show from memory where I am sure it was funnier. I'm sure it was better. And more clever. And in fact brilliant. I'm sure it had a strangely genius quality about it.
But we'll never know.
Stupid exploding hard drive.
Also, according to the newspaper this morning, I am getting dumber. Having been vegetarian for twelve years, I am now a very shame-faced meat eater, against my finest political and ethical convictions. Now I find out I'm actually making myself more stupid. This might explain my script.
Yo Sarz,
With an audience like you, how could I possibly go wrong. I will be prevailing upon you each night during the comedy festival. Front row seats please.
You're hired.
Clarke-donkey.
Clarke-donkey, rest assured I've heard some of your FWAYAF stuff and it's totally the shit. 8 parts funny, 4 parts irreverant, 6 parts bitchingly awesome.
After all, I know funny and I think it's funny so by that rationale it MUST be funny.
Ya dig?
Word.
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