Not Working for the Man
Guy Ritchie: a man with a lot more free time
So, doing stuff. Doing stuff for no other reason than it makes your life a little more interesting. Personally, I’m all for it, as long as no innocents get caught in the crossfire and animals go unharmed.
Here are some things I do strictly for a laugh:
1. Go on the radio (tune in Saturday mornings, friends, and join my Mum in appreciation of my insightful, yet random words on films and the Weekly Guy Ritchie Update (which I am reliably informed we’re even getting a special jingle for.)
2. Blogging: Look! I’m doing it and talking about it at the same time. How post modern am I? I’m so self-reflexive I’m going to need yoga lessons.
3. Reading: Oh and can I just say that thanks to your many suggestions the other week on new things to read, I’m on a roll. Fantastic. Working my way through. Reading them all except the joker that suggested “Jugs and Guns”. I went a little off list recently, though, and read the most bizarre (but scary) book called “House of Leaves”. If anyone else has read it, maybe get in touch and we can go halfers on therapy.
4. Selective TV watching: after a whole mourning period lasting from when the Sopranos ended, I’m back watching telly but only because Liam from Coronation Street gets killed by a guy that I was chums with at university and I’m charting his progress as a TV villain. Oh, and how good is Paul Merton in India? He went to the same Rat Temple in Bikaner, India, that I wanted to re-enter with a flame-thrower after visiting- but believe me, the rats they pictured didn’t have big enough deformed testicles. Ha! Telly! Talk about selective editing! They filmed cute rats. My rats were scarred, deformed, bulbous and down-right foul-mouthed and disrespectful.
My sister thinks it’s hilarious that Paul Merton is having a fantastic time over in the Sub-Continent and all I’ve done since coming back from India is moan about how dreadful it was, and stand in front of people flying out to Delhi with a placard saying “I wouldn’t, mate- I wouldn’t, no.”
5. Dog whispering: Sonny the Dog and I are surely only weeks away from getting our own TV show. Last week we attracted much attention when Sonny broke free and tried to herd some cows off-piste. I’m seriously thinking of doing my own Sonny and Me You-Tube pilot. I’m just waiting to see the terms that his agent comes back with and then we’re good to go.
But it’s number two of that wee list I wish to focus on. Blogging; some people just don’t get it. What? You write stuff on the internet? And you do this, how many times a week? And you don’t get paid by anyone? Why would you want to do that??
Have you had that, bloggo-chums?
Meeester and his fellow band mate, The Bearded Liar, were talking about a similar thing last night; their band. They have not made millions. They just play music. Why? Because they love it, because people come to see them, because they are a big bit good at it and because they can’t imagine ever not doing it. Sound familiar to you?
Yet, the crap they get from some people. “Why bother?”, “Aren’t you a bit long in the tooth for that carry on?” , “Haven’t you grown out of that yet?”, “Where are the sacks of cash?”
And as The Bearded Liar said last night in a very wise and beardy way, “No-one ever asks guys who play golf all weekend, ‘Playing golf’s all very well, but where’s the money in it?’ Do they?”
Well, do they?
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