It seems if I wake up and my phone has loads of messages on it these days it means somebody has died. Either a comic like Robin Williams or Rik or hundreds of people as in Gaza.
My friend Josh Howie, (who got five stars in Edinburgh from Kate Copstick in the Scotsman Hooray!) suggested I start stockpiling obits of my friends. In a quiet moment I could work on a eulogy to somebody I know because who knows? I might be talking about them on 5 Live in a few weeks time or doing a piece about them for the Telegraph.
It's like the mid 90s all over again from Sunday because I'm on the TV twice! Sunday on BBC4 is "The John Moores Prize with Alexei Sayle" which is the documentary I've been making about this prestigious painting prize. Then on the 23rd I am guest lead on Holby City, playing a failed comedian with a heart defect and an illegitimate son! I don't know why they chose me. My friend Siobhan Redmond who was in Holby for two years says every episode would be 30 seconds long if all the patients just said to the staff "Mind you own fucking business"
On the dead comic front. When Joan Rivers died I did get offered Newsnight and a couple of other things so now I'm wondering if there'a an agent who specialises in comedian's obituaries.
As my friend David Stafford pointed out, Sir Kenneth Clarke never did a Holby City in the same week as one of his fancy-pants arts programmes went out did he? I bet if he was still alive he'd feel like shit now. Same goes for Andrew Graham Dixon.
Yes Tony Visconti. Not many people know about my part in the creation of the Ziggy album.