Saturday, February 23, 2013

No jokes on Saturday night.

I am sitting alone in a cold room. It is too dark to see the ice coated dead forest out of the window. My head is splitting and my body is feeling sluggish from the big plate of curried beef, I ate a few hours ago.

What is worse. I am trying to write some jokes and sketches for a BBC radio comedy show. I just can't focus. This is like a competition rather than a regular writing gig. I want to write some jokes about the UK losing its AAA credit rating.


Perhaps I can design the joke around the hexidecimal number format. To specialized?

This is what writer#s block is like.