While I have been trying to ignore the possibility for some time, it is definitely the future, and everyone is Tweeting, Facebooking, blogging and generally arsing around in cyberspace in a manner which I find quite intimidating.
I am on Facebook and I’m considering Twitter, and I’ve toyed with the idea of blogging for a long time, but I was worried that I might begin with an enthusiasm that would quickly diminish. Whilst I admire both Richard Herring the man and the comedian, how he can be bothered to write Warming Up every single day is beyond me. Added to which, I’m not sure that my life is interesting enough to warrant constant updates – as my friend Paul Sinha said when telling me why he didn’t update his brilliant Indian Poof blog that often, ‘the constant refrain of “I really hate gigging out of town at the weekend to complete fucktards” would get a bit tedious.’ Not that this happens every time we venture outside the M25, I hasten to add. We’ve got more than our fair share of fucktards inside it, but bad gigs are certainly more fun to write about than good ones, and I don’t imagine it’s much fun to read ‘Ashby-de-la-Zouch, stormed it’ either.
The final worry relates to the diary I kept at school when I was eleven, which contains a narrative of mind numbing tedium, interspersed with episodes of mind numbingly tedious self absorption, and which doesn’t need to be repeated in much the same way as some of the later ‘poetry’ experiments.
However, one of the joys of travelling as much as we comics do is just that – the joy of travelling. Admittedly a five star hotel in Singapore is preferable to a Travelodge on the M4, but we do get to see the world, and one of the things I enjoy most is eating. I love cooking and I love restaurants and I’d been thinking of writing a food blog for some time, so – here it is. Knowing me it’s bound to feature passages of unbearable pretentiousness, unnecessary rudeness and unintentional idiocy, but I’m hoping that’ll be half the fun. That’s why it’s called Food Ponce. I have no idea how often I’ll update it, but I’ve got a number of reviews already written and I eat out a lot more than I should, so hopefully it’ll run a bit longer than one summer term in 1983, and a bit less tediously.
I hope you enjoy it.
All the best