|No Sleep Til Galway, Apparently
||[Mar. 7th, 2011|08:21 am]
It is Monday. That cannot be helped.
I have been interviewed by The Setup about the hardware and software I use. Previous interviewees include Stephen Wolfram. Odd company to be keeping. You can find me ranting at this link here.
On Wednesday I am off to London to be interviewed again for that bloody DVD. I am still getting over this cold, so if there are sections of the DVD where I sound like I’m gargling with maggots from beyond death… those bits were shot this Wednesday.
On Thursday I am off to Ireland, where I am appearing that evening at the University Of Galway, to be interviewed onstage about comics and things, and apparently to receive the University Literary & Debating Society’s President’s Medal. Previous recipients include — I swear I am not making this up, even though I still suspect the whole thing to be a gag — Noam Chomsky and Desmond Tutu. Which is also odd company to be keeping.
I will be flying out of Galway at the crack of sparrowshit on Friday morning.
Oh, and the chicken died. Not in any discomfort, mind you. Beating the respiratory infection just took too much out of her, and we couldn’t put energy back into her quickly enough. As an ex-battery hen, she didn’t have much stamina to begin with. Died in her sleep early on Sunday morning. But the other two are still going strong. And Gertie, who died, still had six months more than she would have done if we hadn’t rescued her — after 18 months, battery hens are usually turned into dogfood.
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