I have spent the evening writing. We're writing a show for the Leicester Comedy Festival. I'm actually really excited about what we've got and I'm sure it's going to be funny. There's also the small matter of getting bums on seats and worrying about wires and other logistical matters - such is the way I end up going when I'm in the process of organising a show. Still, ideas are coming thick and fast and that's very good. I like the creative process and it's stimulating - a good start to the year.
Having said that, I do get into some very silly moods. I drove my writing partner back home tonight - largely because having her rely on me for a lift home, rather than the train, means she can stay until we're done. As I was driving home, a sort of cop pastiche came to mind - "Wookie Cop" - the classic "new face meets old maverick" police thing, but where the new face is covered in hair. This made me laugh until I was nearly ill. I was ok. How very silly.
In other news, I managed to squeeze a few minutes in with an angle grinder this evening, all part of the show preparation of course. That's my kind of comedy - the sort where the sparks are flying, literally.