Unemployment Diary, part 1
I said I wouldn't do this, but screw it, I'm going to bore you with the details of my non-life.
On Friday I tried to write some sketches for The Treason Show. End result, half a sketch that wouldn't have worked even if I'd had an ending for it. I'll try again today or tomorrow.
Days since leaving the house: 2
Fiance's clothing status: naked
On Friday I tried to write some sketches for The Treason Show. End result, half a sketch that wouldn't have worked even if I'd had an ending for it. I'll try again today or tomorrow.
Days since leaving the house: 2
Fiance's clothing status: naked
posted by Christine at 2:28 PM
5 Comments:
Has he forsaken even the bathrobe, then? Calling Arthur Dent!
I'll give you a quid for every completed treason-show-suitable sketch you bring to the pub tonight.
Two if it's funny.
Feeling more motivated yet?
x
Piers
I'll match Piers' offer ... but I've already decided they're not funny.
Oh, and I want proof they were written today, by you and not harvested from other writers over the last ten years just to make a few grand.
No wait!
I have over five hundred sketches here which Piers has never seen. If I spend the day erasing my name and putting yours on, can we split the money?
Well, I've done one sketch this afternoon, so I'm at least two quid richer. That's bus fare to and from the pub anyway.
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