Anyone who’s watched the Derek Acorah show on Sky Real Lives (i.e. not many people) will know that, in addition to being able to chat to ghosts, Derek can also talk to the animals.
Stop being so cynical.
And as if that wasn’t enough, he sometimes combines these skills and talks to ghost animals. Observe:
The last time I watched the show he was having a conversation with a cat.
(Not a ghost cat, that would be ridiculous, but a real cat, live in the studio)
...actually ’conversation’ perhaps isn’t the correct description...
He was talking at a cat.
And then leaving a pause, before telling the cat’s owner what the cat was ‘saying’.
All of which explains why this week he got hired to exorcise a fat rabbit:
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I want his job...
Or the job of photo psychic at Pick Me Up magazine:
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Anyway, changing the subject completely. I’ve had me a bit of a new year shake up.
The other day I deleted both my MySpace and my Facebook account.
I deleted my MySpace for the simple reason that MySpace is now defunct.
(I imagine it won’t be long before MySpace deletes MySpace for the same reason)
I would log in each day and have no messages, no comments, no blog comments, and a friend request from a spammer.
The only thing that MySpace has going for it is that Rupert Murdoch wasted $580 million of his ill gotten gains buying it, just before everyone started leaving.
But you don’t need a MySpace account to enjoy that fact. In fact, deleting your account just makes it funnier.
And I deleted my Facebook account because I was procrastinating on there too much. Like most of the world's population.
Of course, there’s nothing wrong with a little procrastination now and again, but Facebook procrastination is pretty dull.
At least when I procrastinate on Twitter I get to see a photo taken from the space station, or learn a bit of Japanese.
Now, at this point you might be thinking; “Your new year shake up is pretty lame. Deleting social networking profiles? What else did you do? Re-order your cutlery drawer?”
Well you can stop scoffing, because there’s more.
You may remember that last year James and I quit Viz?
Well, I have now quit writing and stand-up altogether.
(Oh and I re-ordered my cutlery drawer)
I say ‘quit’ but that’s maybe not the right word. Quit implies a sudden dramatic exit, when actually it’s been about a year in the making.
During that time I’ve been gradually winding the comedy down, only gigging when it suited me.
And it started to suit me less and less until it just naturally ebbed away to nothing.
I did my last ever gig in early January; Josie Long’s Lost Treasures of the Black Heart, a night where the acts all talk about their unsung heroes.
I talked about Paul Ross and Peter Simon. Obviously. And accompanied my talk with various pictures printed off from previous blogs.
Paul Ross crying during a séance:
Peter Simon’s shoe selling face:
I finished up with some Peter Simon quotes that I had collected in a notebook. As well as some from ‘PeterSimonSays’, a brilliant Twitter site that transcribes, well, what Peter Simon says.
He has a weird way with words you see. For example:
"You can't go wrong at 9.99 for a designer French clock. There'll be many a person coming in to your room and going 'That's French'."
"Because I'm going to take you to my garden. At the end of my garden there's gnomes, gnomes that are solar panelled..."
"This is very Tiffany. It's very very Tiffany. It's elegant, it's exquisite, it's feminist."
"History is especially fascinating if you're someone like me and is fascinated by it."
"This is a lot of coat."
See what I mean?
There are even fan songs which mix his sayings over dance music.
Anyway, when I was writing my set I realised that I could end my comedy career with the words that Peter Simon signs off with on Bid TV every night.
So the last thing I ever said on stage was:
“No matter who you are, or where you are, you might not know it, but somebody loves you”
Life and art eh?
So that as they say, is that.
And now my blog title should make sense. If you speak Japanese...