Oct 16, 2008 0
Just before you say it, I know, I know. It’s almost like I’m writing a fresh blog every hour because I’m just so committed to keeping you, my adoring, stalker followers in touch with the every (bowel) movement of Charles Street’s next Poet Laur…Ooh, hold on a sec. (Second passing). Arhh, that’s it – nothing quite beats the refreshing, lip-smackin’, thirst quenchin’, great tastin’, motivatin’, good buzzin’, cool talkin’, high walkin’, fast livin’, ever givin’, cool fizzin’ slirp of a well chilled can of Carling after a sweaty slog of a shift at the sausage restaurant, that started two hours after eight hours at the SUPERmarket. Um, I don’t understand why I have Irritable Fucking Bowel Syndrome, Eczema, 27 other dermatological conditions, torn clothes, a shit haircut, sore cock, a self-obsession orientated personality disorder and hypochondriacy. But all it is, is I need to do something, anything because no one apart from my best mates at i-tunes have e-mailed me and even I’m getting a little bored of watching (myself on) You Tube and of course there’s absolutely bugger all on tv, so…
…oh, I’m going to bed..
[3 days later]
Morning, um, before I forget, I’m assisting in the promotion of and will be introducing on the night, a guy called Jean-Philippe Riopy. He’s not Welsh but French and a pianist who will be playing at The Jacqueline De Pre Building, Oxford on Friday 7th November. He plays Classical pieces but improvised with jazz in his own passionately distraught and unique style. Well worth the £8 or £5 as a student. He is bloody good!
In my last blog you can see the next dates that I’m performing and in addition to them, I will be performing in the ‘Ajar Open Mic Final’ on Tuesday 9th December at The Green Note, Camden. The event is called “Utter”, hosted by Richard Tyrone Jones. The prize is £1,000,000. Or was it £100? I can’t remember. Last Tuesday I performed at the aformentioned venue and have never felt so nervous in my life, nearly, but carried it off ok..ish, I think. Got the laughs but noted as I went through the set, how many things I would do differently and that the Senyru entitled ‘Window-Licker’ is a definite ‘no-no’ for any future audience.
[about 15 days later...Wednes 21st Nov]
God, I feel diabolical. But I don’t know why i’m telling you because you’re a carpenter; rather you were a carpenter…that’s if you ever.. Well, anyway, I feel like shit. It’s a mint tea day and a day of self-doubting, worrying about money, worrying about leaving the security of a secure job although, granted, a job that (like a lot of people have) was making me miserable but needless to say less miserable than being hungry and now I don’t even think I have the ability to be a waiter in a fucking sausage and mash restaurant! Perhaps I never was a good waiter? Perhaps people just had that perception in their head because I fooled them into thinking I was good because I can/could always appear confident, loud, mildly amusing and moderatly entertaining. Perhaps my Grandpa did shag John Cleese’s mother, nine months before he was born and two months before he met my Grandma..? But the entertaining thing was only actually as a result of the fact that I used to find the whole experience so incredibly stressful. Food that’s overcooked, raw, uncooked, unclean, too clean, too soft, too hard, too rare, not rare enough, “where’s the mustard?” “Any forks?”
“Um, sorry to trouble you but we ordered our coffees twenty minutes ago…”
“You, table 29?! Coffee? Haven’t you gone yet? Fucking coffee! I thought the tops on your creme fucking brulees weren’t fucking hard enough! Why didn’t you piss off after that dis-heartening state of circumstance; that earth shattering fact. Here’s your bill! I haven’t got time to make you fucking coffee. Piss off!”
Here is George’s Gig-List:
Tuesday 25th November, 2008
LPS (London Poetry Systems)
The Flea Pit
49 Columbia Road,
Thursday 27th November, 2008
John Hegley, Tony Curtis and George Chopping
Wednesday 3rd December
Johnathon Elston, Ivo Graham, Rachel Boxall, Broderick Chow, George Chopping,
Tom Goodliffe (MC)
16/17 Turl Street,
Doors 7:45pm (8:15)
Tuesday 9th December
The Green Note
All sorts of stuff – comedy/poetry/music possibly
(please google event for time/cost/address)
Ok, off to the market.