Well, Terryland is here, the site isn’t at all as finished as I hoped it would be by 2009, but then, it’ll probably never be finished.
My Welcome to Terryland gigs are happening tomorrow and saturday and ticket sales are as sluggish as a credit crunch would suggest.
My new year was seen in in a slightly odd way, I was a guest on Stephen Nolan’s show on bbc radio five live. This meant I got to be driven all the way to a deserted BBC television centre, making me think that jools might pre-record his hoot and nanny.
The car had gotten me there a bit late and I was plonked right in the studio whilst the others were talking
I was all thumbs up and smiles as I put on the headphones to listen in to whoever they were talking to. Then it soon became clear that they were talking to an eyewitness at the big nightclub fire in bangkok – that would explain the lack of thumbs up being returned.
The extra pip ticking in the new year was probably my strangest year going up one moment yet.
It was fun though, even if i think i had too many moments of thinking “I should probably try to say something now” and then not being able to get a word in, and then when i did get a word in my word wasn’t very relevant anymore.
Comedians Paddy Lennox and Meryl O’Rourke were on in the last bit to do a review of the year which led to a slightly odd situation as they were in as comedians, yet I was just the guest, there was a couple of announcements that went “I am joined by comedians Paddy Lennox and Meryl O’Rourke… and also Terry Saunders is here”. I am officially no comedian. But I did get to speak to one of cannon or ball live on the radio. 2009 is going to be odd.
But I got to be driven to a party in a Toyota Prius at 1:30am and then at 4:30 had a go at a bus driver in North Greenwich who wouldn’t let someone on the bus. Despite my normal mild mannered self, I have a huge bubbling raging fury that is only relased at cunty bus drivers and people who work at train stations. It was one of those lovely moments where most of the passengers ganged up on his cuntery, which made my shouting feel slightly justified.
then I slept.