I’ve not posted a blog on a weekend for a long time. Possibly years. I’m really living it up this weekend in true showbiz style. So I thought I’d give you an insight in to what a crazy mentalist gets up to on a weekend. Warning, it’s messy.
It all started with one of the most inebriated nights of comedy and “who-knows-what-else” on Friday. Lesson learned: never start fish-bowls of Mojito at 7pm. And, unless you wanna know how it would feel to have a plane fall on your head, don’t keep it up until 4am.
The following day, spent vomiting and watching Californication. Apparently. Then up at 4:30am on a Sunday to prepare for morning radio.
On Graeme Fenwick’s new weekend breakfast show I somehow mustered the energy to correctly influence a record-store owner in to making a bunch of choices that I’d predicted, then reading the host’s mind as what time he was merely thinking of, and finally insulting an otherwise nice woman, whilst cheating her at a game of mental poker. Insults, cheating and manipulation. Shit I’m the envy of every man.
It’s out on a big bash tonight too. So it’s none stop people. Living it. And depending on the response we get to this blog, I may well report back on it too.
P.S. “Muffin?” I hear you ask. It all ended this morning with a McDonalds greasy muffin thing.