Dear Bloggers, Bloggettes and Blogvestuaries,

LONG TIME NO SEE!!! NO HEAR FROM!!! NO BLOGGING!!!

Yeah I know, but I've now got SOOOOO much to tell you. Right well, back in Feb, not a lot was going on except the comedy every week. Since then I've left my job, left Glasgow and moved. Again. Just when it was all going so well. Had a comedy club all of my own, I had a spot in the naked comedy show, too, during the Festival. Had to cancel, had to moove. I probably sound very flippant as is my wont, but it wasn't a proper happy experience, I was hoping Glasgow would be the place this Gypsy could settle down, but no - access denied. I got a very nice message from my best pal, who said you didn't leave Glasgow, Glasgow left you. Was quite emotional driving past the city limits for the last time.

So. New Financial Year, Baby Jeebus joined the crucifiction party, on the left, one cross each and all that. And was born again, think that happens tommorow. Jeebus was a crazy coot, invented sex you know, quite a groovey cat really. Pity he couldn't invent a common language between genders.

So no comedy for me for a while. Plans at this point are to get work, get flat, get money. Then start looking for gigs. Don't think I'll start a new comedy club this time, might write something instead.

I was watching "Che" this morning, you know the movie about Che Guevara, I read the motorcycle diaries book about two years ago, my girlfriend at the time had it lying around the flat, so I read it, anyway I'm watching the film and it's not the movie with Benicio Del Toro ( how cool is Benny DT ), it's the older one, it's actually a documentary about his life, and then there's another documentary, same DVD, called tracing Che, where an Irish guy retraces his journey from the motorcycle diaries. So I loved Che Guevara from I was quite little, I remember tracing the now ubiquitous image of him in the beret in Art classes when I was 15 or 16, so feckin years ago, long before the fashion statement.

Ernesto Guevara - Viva El Che

And I'm watching and I started to think what is it about him that I feel so fascinated by, maybe I should go travelling and start changing the world, live out all the impossible ideas I have in my head that I limit because of fear of sacrifice, or family or employment or the world's too stupid to accept, or whatever, where is my over-riding passion, where is my fire, what is my world vision, why don't I have a theory on all of this, and direct my efforts to doing something about it.

Now I've done a lot of AHEM, smoked a lot of AHEM, and even partaken of some AHEM, so this is a common reoccurrence for me to have earth-shattering moments of clarity like this, I'm always looking for them. So it wasn't so much an epiphany, more of a reassurance, like a health-check. And I started thinking, I don't really need to do the travelling, alone, on a motorbike that WILL breakdown, necessitating I learn motorcycle maintenance and all of that shit, that'll just take too long. I am travelling, right now. I am living on someone else's floor, someone else's attic, using someone else's towels, and cooking someone else their food, so they have soup to go to work with and a nice dinner to come home too, to say thanks for putting me up while I find a job and find a flat. Che would be proud.

I am doing something meaningful with my life, I teach folks in deprived areas, the folks noone else will teach, the underclass. I earn a lot less than I would in design, so I'm making sacrifices, daily, yearly, consciously, that other people simply don't, and even more so, I perform to people in the hope that they'll go away and think about the state of the world, and maybe make changes, not by shouting and being angry on stage, but by painting a picture that is at one and the same time truthful and honest and sometimes brutal, there is a war, women in the 3rd world are systematically raped by soldiers to warn their men (wtf???), missiles are bought and sold, instead of spending the money on xxx and x but at the same time you try to point out the beautiful and mysterious and that there is a way to find harmony and peace and beauty in your life, that isn't compromised to shit by working 9-5. I could do the shouting thing, but whispering is actually more effective (and therefore more pre-meditated and manipulative of me mwahahaha) to sucker donkey in with the carrot, hit the donkey with the stick, it does actually move, thus the journey is achieved, but they don't remember the stick, just the carrot.

I would say cha-ching but it doesn't work quite like that, I'll never be the new bill hicks or billy connolly, but it's ok because we have a black president of the US today, things do change. Not saying that is ALL my own work, but.... hahahhahaha... it's nice to feel like you are on the right side. It's nice to tell myself I didn't sit around smoking pot complaining, I got off ma ayuss and did something. And in my daily life I don't go all self righteous on folks, I hung onto some gentler thread of consideration for other people thinking you get more bees with honey, respecting their right to life and their choices, and try to get something positive out of everyone I meet, (especially old ladies at bus stops - they're the ones we should target, the ones with their fingers on the button).

"Life, la la la la la, Life is Life" - Opus
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