I designed my own t-shirt for #BrightonPride this year based on a joke I wrote like two years ago.

I can't lie, I love it:

Anyway, a lovely moment to end on. Me and my troupe savouring the applause at the end. I'm third from left:

On this most special of days, I'd like to congratulate these two almost literal love birds. They've taken to nest outside my room. They quite often and loudly have sex.

Happy Valentines Day.

Them: "We're sorry to tell you we won't be progressing with your application."
Also them: "We won't be offering any feedback."
Also also them: "Sent from: no-reply"
Me:

So I write (at least on my Substack) a fair bit about improv and happened upon this picture today. It's from a performance last summer. I'm on the right, I'm not even performing, but one of the great joys about improv is seeing folks you've known for ages nail a scene. This is just me enjoying that:

This is the picture that really blows my mind. My dad, right, David Bowie, left: