London

And so I returned from London, a generally exciting place which grows on me the more I visit.



1. B and I got stuck into the script, beat out a detailed outline. The last one, ever, I think. I'm pretty sure. Now we just need, uh, someone to write it. Oh yes, that's us.

2. We talked much about comedy, and I had the sudden urge to watch a lot more of it. I stated rather grandly that I mostly didn't like musical comedy, then realised that Bill Bailey and Flight of the Conchords scuttled that particular thought. Youtube parties resulted. Hiphopapotomus and Rhymenoscerous. Bill Bailey's ultimate love song.

3. This was all good, but doesn't necessarily make humour that much easier to write.

4. We traveled to Cambridge, where I was overwhelmed by the quaintery (my new word) and the, uh, privilege.