I’m not waiting for my 15 minutes

Today is the birth day of Andy Warhol. The man who once said, “In the future, everybody will be world famous for fifteen minutes.” In memory of this great art charlatan, I’ve decided I’m not going to wait for my 15 minutes of fame. I’m going to go out and get it. So far I’ve been on TV starring in two episodes of Sale Of The Century (around 40 minutes TV time), one episode of Hot Seat (about 10 minutes TV time), a tiny part in All Saints (2 minutes TV time), two episodes of Mums The Word, I was murdered on Murder Call (10 minutes) and I’ve done ads. My dad also put me on the cover of his dog book when I was nine (I’m not sure how many copies were printed so it’s hard to calculate my fame minutes in print). By my reckoning, my fame clock is up around the 85 minute mark. I think I’ll be getting my own TV show next.


I love Lucy

One of my favourite female clowns, Lucille Ball, was born today. She had the most marvellous face and superb timing. Lucy was pregnant on television at a time when this was frowned upon by male executives. She was also the first woman in television to be head of a production company: Desilu, the company that she and Desi Arnaz formed. Thank you Lucy for blazing a trail for women in comedy and sharing your gift.