2011

24 Jan

Blumming heck Sweethearts, so much has been happening and not enough time to do…

So I have officially become a member of the social networking generation – I Tweet, facebook and am in the process of building a website – I do not recommend that task – it’s exhausting and I am currently between abodes – apparently I am called a Couch Surfer (more like unorganised a-holes; but still a catch boys…)

What else, my new drink of choice is the Margarhita (although vodka still holds a special place in my heart – and I’ve been detoxing so I only take it with soda and a slice of fruit en ce moment).

I have performing lots, writing lots… but anyway – I hope to do a full blog when I move from my park bench but maybe we’ll see each other first on my new website – oh fancy!

Happy New Year – sorry for the delay.

Idea for a new set

14 Nov

This has been one of my busiest week’s this year – but all for the sake of humour and i have had lots of fun with all my comedic chums. I’ve had some thoughts of a real on stage performance, with music and all – so as I work on that, why don’t you take a look at my clue:

Lost and Found

6 Nov

This week seems to have been a tough one for everyone. Speaking to friends, family, fellow comedians – each one of them seems to have mentally been through some sort of conflict and some decisions needed to be made.

This week, I felt so conflicted – not knowing what move should be next for me, would it be the the right one, what if it was the wrong… and quite frankly, I hadn’t realised how dull I had become! Where was the fun – even my gigs, it was all about what if this person doesn’t laugh, what if I have a bad night when my chums are there, will this ever be my career? Distressing.

But by Thursday, something just clicked, over the ast year, I had received a world of advice from performers, people in the ‘biz’ and it all came in the same package – RELAX. I had 8 hours sleep and for once, I wans’t ready to take on the World, I was ready to enjoy it. I’ve made certain decisions now, some are huge and some could be the wrong one, leaving me in financial ruin  – but it’s all part of the journey to our dreams, our true love and back to our friends and family.

I finally got back on stage and had fun, it was a blast and the room loved it (see WHOOPSIE! for latest video) and I remembered exactly why I came here in the first place. I came here on my own and knew no one, but now I have some of the best people in my life I have ever known, all from different walks of life.

Sometimes I really wanted to go home and hide under my duvet with my mummy, sometimes I still wonder if  the notion of the happy ending, the Prince Charming and the dreams coming true are real and if there is still magic in the world! When I think like that it drives me up the wall!!!

But the most important thing is to remember why you went in the first place – and HOPE everything works out for the best. Without hope, what do we have??

For me now, it’s about living everyday, as cliched as it sounds we don’t know when it will all be over (morbid bit over), and I’m going to continue loving the gigs, keep meeting different people and as of tomorrow, I promise to start doing something new, different or out-there. Tomorrow’s an early start as I’m going somewhere that I haven’t been in years and I’m not even sure if it’s real but I don’t need to know. I still believe in Santa and I’m pretty sure that mysteries been resolved but as long as we believe in our hearts who can say what is real and what isn’t

**For my new friend Luisa – who never stops believing in Happily ever after….**

Where’s Stephen?

4 Nov

As any creative type would know sometimes a grey cloud hangs just above our little heads and we are struck with writers block. This leads to the ultimate slump and the only way is down but it’s only when you hit rock bottom can you bounce back… and finally I’ve bounced…

Patricia and Lurch

23 Oct

Oh welcome back humble readers – so much has been going on lately sweethearts and I just don’t know where to start. So I am going to just go down one avenue this week, mainly because I am far too busy to tell you everything, some of it may indeed be too X-rated for a daily blog and also I don’t want to.

Last week, while baking with Miss. Whitmore – I wish I was more rock and roll on one hand but on the other those red velvets were damn good, I made a new friend – Deni, a stylist and all round fashionista – he’s funny! But we were talking about the first date – or lack of them as our cases may be since being in London. We are in penetrating hell, I’m currently broke and in dire need of a free meal, which is often provided on the first date along with several mojitos!

A big decision was made following this semi-horrendous realisation. Us girls need to go speed-dating. Basically the other gentlemen in attendance who too practice homosexuality are forced to stay with us for approximately 3 minutes. This will be a personal best and the table will be full of mojitos. Also, rule numero 1, will be that I am not getting of my attractive behind to move round, I will be the one in the fixed position.

When me and Deni decided this, I thought not only would this be a great place to meet people but a great excuse to get my homo chums together for a night of fun, passion and booze.  With this in mind, I invited Patricia (real name Jake, but sporting a do like Pam St. Clements), Lurch (basically the only time Jonny is full of enery is in the boudoir) and Daniel (that’s his real name, he is extremely straight behaving except after a sherry but also BFF’s with my chum Jessica who would actually chum my Justin Beiber’s off if I renamed him).

Me, Patricia and Lurch

We are also hoping to have this filmed, mainly because could you imagine anything more ridiculous? And if those idiots from Essex are able to have their own reality show, why can’t we have our very own homo-reality soap? I was thinking Homo and Away? Homo is where the heart it or Kings for Queens? Whatever the title the camera, being held by my Mexican assistant, who has now gone Union and trying to demand more than minimum wage, will give us that added edge of showbiz and glamour – plus I will be borrowing Patricia’s cardigan. I am currentylt refusing to buy anymore clothes until I have reached my desired weight of size 0. As a gay man, I technically should have stopped eating carbs back in 2006, when they went out of fashion but  I am a failure when it comes to a fish finger sandwich (please do not confuse me for a Lesbian, this is just my current hairstyle)

The only thing that does worry me about speed-dating is first of all not being matched with anyone (this will mean I will be left to starve for another week) but also that it will be full of 50 year old creepy homo-bears.

Keep an eye out for the video and if any sexy, single bi-sexuals are in Islington on 18th November come on down!

The End!

Sleepy Sweetheart

16 Oct

Hey sweethearts,

This week has been so hectic and shows no intention of slowing down. What a treat… So because I love how much you all love me.

I thought I’d say helllooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

And please watch – when I grow up I want to be like these sweethearts:

An Xtra Bizarre week

9 Oct

The World has gone bonkers this week.

First it’s the nation versus nation’s sweetheart, Chezza Cole.

Then, those two idiots Heidi and Spencer Pratt reunited.

Johnny Depp arrived at a London school to surprise a fan.

And I missed out on performing alongside Frank Skinner because of those idiot tube strikes.

Where do I begin…

Well, Monday was the tube strike so it makes sense for me to start there.

Now, my first issue with this is that London falls apart without the tube – and I had to walk places, which impressed less than having to travel all the way down to hell just to take a train ten minutes down the line. I was also disturbed at how people felt that they had the right to strike for a job that is done below average. First of all when the tube isn’t striking, there is rarely a day when the lines all work or don’t have delays and there’s not even a lady who comes down the train offering hospitality. The TFL people should really take a leaf out of Virgin trains’ books. Richard Branson and his army of red, heavy made up androids impress me – mobile phone network less so but I don’t need Mr.B to be good at everything, although he has cottoned on to the fact that drunken/hungover Mancunians ride his choo choos and provides sick bags.

TFL should also take a little advice from moi and employ little Mexicans (as shown below)…

Look at how much love he receives. Mexicans, especially the one shown above, are hard working little, bald munchkins who charge much less in dinero because they would rather you rub some salsa on their heads and tickle their bellies – and they never strike! which is very important to me and even better if the trains are not working they act like donkies and carry you on their back, which I think is very reasonable.

As for Heidi and Spencer – well they seem to be the only idiots on the planet, who make it hard for me to find words… So I’ll move on to Chezza.

What a trauma!

We are a funny bunch aren’t we? We can turn on someone, who has been put on a pedelstal for so long now because she has made a decision that about over half of us don’t agree with and even more so it has been turned into a row over race. Let’s get real for two tickles – she made a stupid decision by not putting talent through because she did put Rebecca Fergason through. So mcan we be mad for the right reasons please people, otherwise we are just being as stoopid as she was – she put ‘swagger’ and ‘Mad-annoyme’ through instead of Gamu and that’s why we are a cranky nation.

But let’s not get het up about something that hasn’t really affected us… and forgive.

Death threats – they are juvenile and a little scary!

Back into your faces, I thrust the nation’s sweetheart:

Whoopsie… I meant:

Got you again… I actually do mean:

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