Friday, 18 April 2014

A Queue for Disaster

Whilst working in a canteen, a customer asked me whether it mattered which end of the line was the beginning. Whilst this is an innocuous enough enquiry, it betrays a fundamental misunderstanding of how queues work. We Brits invented queues because there’s nothing we like more than order, politely taking turns, and insisting someone else go first. The result? We disregard which end is the head and which is the tail, and we would have complete anarchy.

If who’s at the front is irrelevant, then it would come down to who shouts the loudest. There would be pushing and shoving to ensure you are heard and others are muffled. Fights would ensue and workers would struggle to break them up given that we will do almost anything if there’s a decent cup of tea up for grabs (or, in fact, any tea. We’re not picky unless it’s the Americans’ idea of a brew in which case “I’m fine for now, thanks”).

Said workers would, perhaps unsurprisingly, need time off for the stress brought on by seeing forty day trippers kick each other in the shins to stop some stranger get the last Earl Grey. Replacements would be drafted in but soon their shifts would need covering too as once more the lack of a queue results in fisticuffs. It’s an endless cycle that would admittedly solve the national unemployment crisis by providing literally everyone in the country with a job but soon we would all be on paid leave. Either that or we’d be in what should be a queue.

With the entire nation getting compensation whilst off work, the economy collapses. There’s mass layoffs – our employers can’t keep giving us pay-outs. We go to the dole – there’s no money there either. All you have now? That’s what you have to live on. It runs out and you have to steal in order to survive.

Don’t worry though – the police won’t stop you. No, remember, they were laid off too (besides, no one has faith in them anymore – they couldn’t even stop fights in queues). You can do what you want if you can get away fast enough. In a world without law enforcers, the quick are more powerful than the rich.
If you can’t evade others though, you’re going to get injured. Unfortunately, given that hospitals are out of action too (if you thought the competition was heated for a cup of tea, imagine how intense it was between those needing a kidney), you’ll have to stay hurt. For some, this risk is too much so they never leave their house. Others take a chance and end up limping for life. Nobody wins.

Civilisation ends. It would. If everyone is potentially going to take your supplies, nobody has allies. Acquaintances don’t become friends, friends don’t end up as couples, couples don’t start families together. The human race dies out and all because we abolished the rules of queuing.
I didn’t tell the customer all of this of course. No, I just pointed out she was at the wrong end and went back to work. They don’t pay me to stand around you know…

Sunday, 16 February 2014

G, that is a Good Question.

In 2013, I produced Simple As ABD, a podcast in which each edition featured questions based around one letter of the alphabet. I never got past F. However, I did prepare the scripts for a further three episodes. These are just some of the questions you would have heard if I had done Episode G.

GAGA - Have you ever been pursued by the pa pa pa pa paparazzi?

GALAXY - Star Wars is set in a galaxy far far away. Why don't more movies take place on chocolate bars?

GARDENING - If you have green fingers, why don't you go to the doctor?

GEOGRAPHY - Where am I?

GIFT - If it's the thought that counts, can I get away with saying I thought about getting you a present?

GOOFY - One of Mickey Mouse's pals is a dog and he also owns a dog. Which is his best friend?

GRAVITY - Doesn't it get you down?

GREAT-GRANDPARENTS - Are your grandparents great?

GUERRILLA WARFARE - When will the monkeys take over?

These Questions are The (H) Bomb!

In 2013, I produced Simple As ABD, a podcast in which each edition featured questions based around one letter of the alphabet. I never got past F. However, I did prepare the scripts for a further three episodes. These are just some of the questions you would have heard if I had done Episode H.

HEAVEN - Is a gay nightclub in London your idea of Heaven?

HELLO - Is it me you're looking for?

HALIBUTS - Do fish have butts?

HAMMERHEAD - Where are the sharks that look like nails?

HENS - Are you chicken?

HILL - Have you ever climbed up Harry Hill?

HOGWASH - Have you ever scrubbed a pig?

HOLY - Ever worshipped holy cheese?

HUMMINGBIRD - Do birds stink?

I spy with my little I - questions!

In 2013, I produced Simple As ABD, a podcast in which each edition featured questions based around one letter of the alphabet. I never got past F. However, I did prepare the scripts for a further three episodes. These are just some of the questions you would have heard if I had done Episode I.

ILLEGAL - Ever seen a sick bird?

IMAGINE - Imagine no John Lennon. It's easy if you try.

IMMORTAL - I'm going to live forever. I'm going to learn how to fly. Are you...

IMPOSSIBLE - How many impossible missions does Tom Cruise have to do before it's no longer impressive?

INCOGNITO - Where in the world is Cognito?

INSOMNIA - Do you think Al Pacino loses sleep over any of his films?

INNUENDO - Making euphemisms - is it hard?

Saturday, 15 February 2014

ABD was Not So Simple

In 2013, I started Simple As ABD, a podcast with a simple aim - each episode would consist of conversations based on questions starting with one letter of the alphabet*. The first show would be about A, the second B, and so on. Could I get all the way to Z?

Well, it turns out No.

I only did one block of six. Those editions, which cover A to F, together run for almost four and a half hours. The unabridged sessions are so much longer. It turns out that the show structure was too free which meant each recording essentially ran until we were tired. I'm proud of what I produced - it gave me a chance to have some of my favourite people back for some frivolous fun - but, when some of my dream guests couldn't make time to do the next series, I had no problem with stopping the show.

A few months later, I started A Way Day. It's just me at a mic doing two and a half minutes of topical jokes. I can go from writing to uploading in the space of a few hours. I get three out a week. It's far less work than Simple As ABD and it's very different to what I've done before, but I'm enjoying it.


*If that sounds familiar, yes, it's basically QI. I made sure to include a running joke in my introductions that rubbished my own programme and conceded theirs was far superior.

Thursday, 6 February 2014

Love Is - A Poem

Love is wanting to hold hands.

Love is being extraordinarily excited to see your best friend.

Love is knowing it's good to share.

Love is basically like being seven.

Thursday, 9 January 2014

A review of 'TOY STORY' (but not the one you're thinking of)

The year was 1997. I was but a boy who loved a certain hit animation film. It inspired me to make my acting début. That performance wasn't reviewed but if it had been, it would have definitely sounded a bit like this...

When reflecting on this production and the début of its young star, Brendan Way, the first word that springs to mind is ‘Nepotism’. The show is rife with it. For instance, said performer, apparently unsatisfied with simply playing the lead role (that of all-American hero, Sheriff Woody) also took it upon himself to direct and write the piece as well. Not only that, he cast his relatives and toys in the rest of the other roles. His parents have parts. His stuffed animals have parts. Even his brothers – including one who is barely a year old, have parts. This version of hit animation Toy Story then, if it wasn’t already obvious, is very much a family affair. This indulgent creative decision would not matter however if the play, an adaption of the picture book of the film, was any good. Alas the script (which is, a reliable source informs me, for no clear reason, written in large red font) reads like it has been, and indeed probably was, copied out verbatim. As for the acting, well, whoever said one should never work with animals or children was today never proven so right. The baby, for one, rarely looked focused and at some points might even have gone to sleep.

This of course brings us to our star. Having neglected to allow his ensemble the luxury of a rehearsal, he splits his stage time between reading his lines (it seems none of the company bothered to memorise a single syllable of their speech) and running the show. His first foray into the limelight as a result is hard to judge as he never is fully “on”. Saying that, and not taking into consideration his relative youth (he is only five after all), based on this display of so-called “talent” alone, I would advise he give up and go home. Luckily, given that this one-off took place in his lounge, he doesn’t have far to go. 2/5 stars. Would not recommend.