Sketch Diary: Sham Cam

On my break at work I found myself in the thick of the action at a Paralympics Expo in Trafalgar square. Boris is there, grinning and doing his trademark "er-er-er". That slightly famous black guy in a wheelchair is there.  

 

Then a big silver car turns up and bang, it's David Cameron, right there in front of me. The only way to describe him in the flesh is like a man with a latex David Cameron mask on, or a very realistic inflatable David Cameron.

Then I bought a smoked salmon sandwich from EAT which had an unusually large amount of filling in it. It was an all-time classic in terms of lunch breaks.

Sketch Diary: Under The Cover of Darkness

Old Street, late at night. 

I'm pretty sure this homeless man was er, wanking.

The focus of his attention seemed to be a line of attractive youngsters queuing up in their skimpy party clobber.

They seemed unaware there was (fairly frenzied) self-abuse at close-quarters and as usual it was just me that did a double-take, searing the awful image onto my retinas for all time.

Sketch Diary: Wet 'n' Wild

I'm still new to cycling, and wasn't prepared when it fucking pissed down with rain one day.


My first "wet ride" was so wet people were going "awww" and pointing when I rode past. We're talking sopping wet pants here.