It appears that some gibberish (I mean more than normal) appeared in a post yesterday. Thanks to all of you for bringing it to my attention. I'm not exactly sure what it was or how it got there, but ignore it. I have. I've also removed it, so hopefully, that's the last we've seen of it. Now let's never speak of it again...

Tweet...

Hmm...so it appears I've just joined Twitter.

OK, so signing up wasn't the accident that I make it out to be. In fact, I wanted to figure out what all the fuss was about. At the moment, the jury is still out.

Lousy timing...

Once upon a time, a little boy called Paul had an idea for a show. "What a smashing idea!" he said, as he tucked into his morning bowl of porridge. Excited, he ran up to his office and began work immediately. There he stayed for many weeks, until finally, the project was ready. "Hurrah!" he said and celebrated by tucking into a bowl of porridge.

He telephoned his friends at the television networks. "Hello, it's Paul," he said. "I have a splendid idea. Can I show it to you please?" All his friends at the networks said yes. He celebrated by tucking into another bowl of porridge.

Excited, he placed the pitch carefully under his arm and hopped and skipped to the networks. When he got there, the network looked at his pitch, but they looked very serious. "I'm afraid it's not what we're looking for," they said. Paul was sad. He cheered himself up by tucking into a bowl of porridge.

When he'd finished, he hopped and skipped to another network. But they also looked very serious and they shook their heads. All that hard work was for nothing. Poor Paul was so sad, he didn't even want any porridge.

When he got home, he put the pitch in his desk drawer. A year and a half went by and Paul forgot all about his smashing idea. And then one day, while eating a bowl of porridge, he stumbled across a television programme called Being Erica. "Well bless my soul," he said, chuckling heartily. "This show and mine are almost identical!" There was a loud whooshing sound as the porridge flew across the room at the television screen. Paul started shouting rude, naughty words at the top of his voice and breaking things, as he realised he'd have to throw away his idea and start all over again.

When he'd finished, he curled up into a ball in the middle of the room, clutched his knees and began whimpering and rocking uncontrollably. After five hours, he suddenly perked up. "I know what would cheer me up," he said. He skipped into his kitchen and reached for the box of porridge oats. He moved the box out of the way to reveal a bottle of red wine and poured himself a large glass.

The following morning, a lot of people wearing big heavy boots were moving furniture around in Paul's head. He suddenly had an idea. "What a smashing idea!" he said, excitedly. He decided he'd start work that very morning. But first, a bowl of porridge...

I've just checked and Arthur's website finally appears to be up and running again. Huzzah! Obviously, my little artistic spat last week caught someone's attention here at KAD towers...

Going, going, gone...

Hang on, August was my last post? So what happened to September? Maybe I was abducted by aliens...again.

Well, no. Actually, I've been really, really, really, really, really, (you get the idea) busy working on a new project, so have had very little time to update the old blog until now. More to follow on that one...

But having mentioned aliens, I'm reminded of a friend who was convinced he'd been taken away in their spaceship. But then, this was also the guy who told me that putting instant coffee in a microwave oven would send you back in time. The last time I saw him, he was wondering why sheep always had one of two hair styles (he also let me in on a little-known fact; if you back-comb a sheep, it becomes statically charged. When you think about it, the benefits are obvious. Any nearby litter would instantly stick to the sheep; the countryside littering problem would disappear overnight!).

As a vegetarian, I still don't know if I should be appalled or amused by the idea...

So anyway, what's the link between sheep, aliens and the title of this post? Simple - there isn't one.

What I DID want to mention is that Arthur's website appears to be offline. To make matters worse, it appears it's been offline for quite a while. I've been told it's not a cause for concern, but I can't help but feel an air of finality, as if Arthur has had his last disaster.

It's time I made some calls...

Oops...erm...again

I've just realised how much time has gone by since my last post. But here at KAD towers, it's all go.

Firstly, still no news on a third series. It seems to go in peaks and troughs. Last week was a trough, which means next week will have rumours of a third season flying around in all directions; you won't be able to move for rumours!

So while all that's going on, I've been keeping busy with other things. I've also taken my first tentative steps into the games market, having been hired to work on a new Wii game, which is kinda cool.

And last week saw me edge ever closer to that executive producer's chair. Things had been fairly quiet recently on this particular TV project, so I was starting to think the whole thing had fallen through. But then, as I was reminded last week, "Of course you don't know what's going on - you haven't been in the country for five f**king weeks!"

"Touche!" I replied, slapping my thigh and throwing my head back to emit an Errol Flynn-type guffaw.

I knew I'd made a mistake when the room fell silent. But then, I guess I should be used to awkward situations. After all, I've put my foot in my mouth so many times, I've got 'welcome' written on my tongue.

Noddy...

I've just heard that a couple episodes I wrote for Noddy last year will be airing this coming Monday and Tuesday - that's the 29th and 30th June - at 7.45am on Five. I know - 7.45! I didn't know there was a 7.45 in the morning too. It just goes to show you learn something new every day. The episodes are High Tide and The Goblin Express.

Although I've finally recovered from jetlag, I'm still majorly pi**ed off that, after being invited to the farewell wrap party for My Name Is Earl, I couldn't find the f**king venue! Dammit!

I'm sure one day, I'll look back and laugh at the whole thing. But not today. Not today...