In an effort to combat cancer and Citalopram side-effects I have coerced my friend Al into writing a collaborative sitcom with me. Neither of us care much if we succeed of not. He is jobless, I am aimless, we both need a sense of focus. Who knows if we’ll even write anything. Who knows if we’ll ever send it anywhere. Who cares.  We’d like Nate to be involved but he is currently sitting on the periphery offering sage words of wisdom and the occasional choice one liner. Which is exactly what we need of course. 

Also, I was contemplating making one of those shaky home made chemo videos you see on Facebook. People usually call them ‘My Chemo Journey’ or ‘Never Give Up’. Al suggested we go with:

BOOBS. BALLS. BUMS. BRAINS. CHECK EM IN THE BATHTUB.

This is possibly going to be the tag line. If I can get it viral on FB Elton John might see it and give me a free ticket to Bestival so I can be involved in the ultimate Saturday experience. Although I don’t know how I’m going to sell checking your brains in the bathtub.