THE KING OF COMEDY "Hey Mike - noticed the 'Blog's not been updated since Friday, so either you're super busy or something's up... Hope everything's okay." Thanks for the notes of concern but yeah just been mega busy. New job, fucking annoying novel to try and finish and I had to teach Americans derogatory terms involving the word 'welly'. All in all it's been a busy week. Waaaayyyyyyy behind with the emails but I'll get stuck into them tomorrow. New job is pretty sweet so far - last 2 days in an office was more than enough and am now eager to get out on the street, which I do tomorrow. Fantastic. Speaking of new jobs, Daisy (my friend from Punk Planet - better looking than Tank Girl, more tattoos than Ozzy and sweeter than sweet) started her new job at Borders on Monday. Small fucking world huh? She has already stolen my abandoned belongings and begun to annoy the management in my absence. Cool. What else. Got involved in a couple of debates that I feel pretty strongly about. One on Myra Hindley's anti-canonisation just ran and ran and I won't get into it here except to say this country is full of easily led tit focussed sheep. The other debate revolved around a Canadian PETA campaign concerning pig farming. The original debate is moot now as PETA have agreed to take down their campaign but in a related area I'd like to add a similar link. Before I put it up I'll warn you that it doesn't make for pretty reading and less so if you decide to watch the video footage. When I first saw something similar in ran along with a warning saying it was only to be viewed by those with strong stomachs. Actually I think everyone should view it and it if makes you sick good. As someone else recently pointed out "I honestly feel if you can go out and slaughter a cow yourself you have the fucking right to eat it. I honestly feel if you can go out a slaughter a cow yourself you are fucked up." Keep all the bacon tastes good comments to yourself and check this out. On a lighter note I found out yesterday that I share the same mobile phone as Alan Partridge. A Motorola Timeport. Cooking cats. Now what else? Oh yeah I got offered a slot as a stand up comedian. This has nothing to do with the fact that I look like Michael Moore. As if the Mike Atherton crap wasn't bad enough. A non-cricket fan friend of mine actually thought that I had written a book on cricket when he first saw that twat's biography. Anyway after much consideration and a quick rewatching of the performance by yet another Mike (the one from Royston Vasey) - I have decided to say no to the limelight. Last thing I need is people mistaking me for a crap version of Peter Kaye. Mike is blogging to: The Argument by Fugazi