Yesterday I went to a funeral in Hendon. North London.
I climbed aboard the tube in Clapham South, went through East London and ended up in Mill Hill East.
The whole of London passed through my carriage, terrific.
I arrived two hours too soon, the wind was cold but the sun heated my bones. I caught the 240 bus, dismounted at the big red gates of the cemetery and wandered thorough the grounds.
It was too cold to hang around so I walked back up the hill and sat down in a cafe sandwiched between a real butchers, with a new phlock of pheasants in the window, and a kosher deli.
I didn’t think it was appropriate turning up at the chapel with a carrier bag full of dead birds and latkes, so I didn’t buy anything. But I did have a big full English breakfast which warmed the cockles.
The cemetery was shot with sunlight, Chinese, Indian, Italians, Jews, all laId to rest under elaborate marble head stones. There was even a family called CAME, I couldn’t help but think they CAME they SAW they etc.
It only takes one funeral for me to grab at my life again.
So today we had fun on the show even though we covered big topics.
ID cards, Breast feeding in Public, the school that blanked the faces of their children out with big bizarre smily faces to keep them safe from peadophiles.
ARE WE ALL GOING MAD?
Lynne Parker was in talking about ‘Funny Women’ for International Womens Day on Saturday and I foolishly committed myself, on air, to doing five minutes of stand up.
AM I MAD?
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