I've been on holiday.

I went to Florida. Those people that have ever met me will be able to imagine the pant wetting excitement of me meeting Spiderman, riding the Duelling Dragons and going to Jurassic Park at the Islands of Adventure. Imagine the solitary tear in the corner of my eye as I witnessed the moon landing at Kennedy Space Centre. Imagine my spongey fingers from carressing the dolphins for hours on end at Seaworld and imagine my horror as a duckling was taken to it's death by a fish on the Manatee Pool Of Doom (tm). Imagine my screams of terror on the Revenge of the Mummy and my sigh of disappointment on Jaws (the longest queue of the week?!? Pah!) at Universal Studios. Imagine my disgust at the "British Pub" in the London section of Epcot (where some dodgy accented Beatles were also playing). Imagine my delight at "discovering" Mexican music and being thanked by the musicians playing it for listening. Imagine my nearly being sick after getting thrown around in one too many simulators. Imagine me taking an hour to work up to going on The Incredible Hulk rollercoaster because it is just too damn scary. Also imagine how sick I was of eating "all you care to eat" breakfast buffets.
I had a great time.

Last friday we went to see The Boosh and the sudden snowstorm on the way made us late. Noel Feilding was kind enough to incorporate me into the show (as well as waving at us in a very cute manner) by mistaking my excuse - "it's a blizzard out there!", his response "I thought he said a big lizard", cue big lizard in foyet mime by Julian Barrett "It wouldn't let them in!". You don't piss about when you get addressed by The Boosh - I just tried not to look like a twat. It was a good start and it got even better. The show is brilliant and everyone should catch it. Old Gregg is even scarier in the fishy man-fish flesh.

I'm off to play at The Brewer tonight. If all goes to plan I shall be drunk and laughing like a gnome by 1030. See 'you' there.