A very exciting thing happened on the way to the British Library at the weekend: we bumped into Irish Joke-Telling Man! I'd feared he was long dead, having not seen him for a couple of years. For those unaware of this barely-living legend, he is a Gentleman of the Road who subsidises his fondness for extra-strong lager by telling crap jokes in the style of a loveable leprechaun.
Being both a soft touch and a big fan of crap jokes, I was probably his single biggest source of income during my last stint as a Camden Boy circa 2005. He has obviously moved from Camden Town to Kings Cross to spread his joyous 21st century jester act. He must have remembered me 'cause he came scooting over faster than Wylie Coyote with a pair of Acme rocket-powered roller skates attached to his paws.
"Why didn't the drummer fit through the doorway?" he asked in his lilting brogue.
I had to admit, I was stumped. He put me out of my misery: "Because of his hi-hat!"
Well worth 60p of anyone's money, I think you'll agree.
The Libe was good. We were there for the Taking Liberties exhibition. Visitors were given a wristband with a Citizen's ID number on it and an individual barcode which could be scanned to take part in various opinion polls on Cornish separatism and suchlike. Do you see what they did there?
The exhibition was up to the usual excellent standard. I particularly liked the early sketches for the design of the Union Flag after the Act of Union. They were all highly crap and not a patch on the Butcher's Apron that we all know and love today.
302 years later, my work has also undergone a "rebranding initiative". Apparently I no longer work for a press cuttings company. No, sir. I now work in MEDIA INTELLIGENCE. My mum'll be so proud.