A true account of writing jokes on a difficult
subject on a deadline (whilst looking after my
Mother)...
Thursday AM
Comedienne friend phones. She has to do a big gig to
a room full of building site
managers being run by a House Building regulations firm.
‘Don’t
fall asleep,’ she says as she explains it to me.
She’s had their company blurb for a while but hasn’t written any jokes.
The gig
is in one week. Can I help?
‘I’m not trying to get out of it but I’m just on my way to my mother’s,’ I tell her.
‘She’s had another fall but I’ll do what I can.’
I’m thinking I can fit the odd half hours writing around my mother’s
schedule
and keep notes to use as a case study.
I download the company blurb (ten pages in tiny grey text),
pack it in my case,
make sure I have my glasses (it really is tiny text), put
the dog in the car and
drive one hundred and forty miles to Dorset.
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