“Sooner or later, all good things come to an end and even the ones that aren’t good do too.”
“If you’re going to try stand-up then respect the form. I respect it enough to stay out of it.”
I want to make a conclusive decision and yet I can’t. I remain passive. Dangerously so.
Hearing that the Conservatives were heading for a majority was a blow, hearing David Cameron speak was worse. Suddenly I was struck by the soul-destroying reality of another five years with that swollen gland-faced prick. Now I’m in an Uptown Funk.
Here’s our report from the writing conference in Llandudno.
“When most cultural icons tend to come and go, it’s important to appreciate the things which have a lasting appeal.”
“Every episode manages to lodge itself in your subconscious; repeatedly flashing up in your mind like a terrifying memory you’ve tried to suppress.”
It sounds like a brilliant idea and one, in this age of selfie sticks and instant messaging, that we should excel at. And yet, there’s one question hanging over me – is this election funny enough to cover?