guilt 1 June 2008
I am SO sorry. How it happened was this – I spent a LONG day getting from London to Dublin (quick trip to feed The G Cat), a bus to Kilkenny then attended a few comedy gigs (was allowed a few beers = hooray!) and as I was getting ready for bed, said to Richard (yes, we are in the same town and see one another from time to time) ‘I mustn’t forget to do my blog’… cut to this morning at 6am bolt upright in the bed and ‘Argh I didn’t do my blog’. Apologies.
Got sleeeeep, though not too many hours all in a row but there was blessed opportunity to roll over and go back to the slumbering = bliss = am a little perky and dangerous now.
Was reading about Davina McColl being estranged from her mother and not going to her funeral eventually. And I was reminded of that hair commercial she does where she’s apparently having a happy conversation with her Mum about going grey and covering it up…so now we know (as if we hadn’t suspected already) that that weren’t her mother on the end of the telephone line. It made me think of the nonsense that occurs in advertising sometimes. I did a little demo once for an ad about driving adventures in my Dad’s van when we were kids (forget the proposed product now). I wrote it myself, as requested, and did the voiceover and it was a true story. When it came back from the agency they wanted to ‘spice it up’, make it ‘funnier’ and basically change it utterly and I thought this would be wrong for my family as they’d be getting feedback about it constantly while it was on the air, so I said ‘no’ and then the agency wanted to write a completely fictional one, also pretending it was my family and again I said no, more emphatically, for the same reasons. I think it’s wrong to involve people who have no comeback for what you have said or done.
So there now.
