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Ah, lovely! Issue 19 of New Escapologist is out now.

New Escapologist is the magazine for pleasure seekers, dreamers, shoestring iconoclasts, tinkerers, skivers, believers, and dilettantes. We’re for those who don’t like conventional employment, unthinking consumerism, meetings, marketing, and default mediocrity. Join our mass exodus and be free.

In this edition, we ask if “Do What Thou Wilt” could ever be an adequate moral system. We also take off our clothes for money, escape into Virtual Reality, reject the Return-to-Office mandate, write our wills, and explore marital politics through the writings of Sayaka Murata.

We present new columns from Tom Hodgkinson, Apala Chowdhury, Dickon Edwards and McKinley Valentine, plus interviews with Stuckist artist Ella Guru and signmaker-musician Rob Glover. Reader, the escape valve is open and it whistles a beguiling tune.

Available in print and digital formats from the online shop.

Happy Anniversary! 🥳

It’s here. The tenth anniversary edition of seminal text Escape Everything! in paperback.

I’ll spend the next few days gradually shipping the copies ordered through the Kickstarter campaign. I should have some extra copies though, so if you’d like one here’s where to get it.

The main idea behind bringing the book back into print is to push it into bookshops to hopefully reach some new people in a nice, old-fashioned analogue way. This means copies available on the website will be limited for now (though I’m also quietly hoping for a second print run depending on how things go in the shops).

Thanks to everyone who backed the Kickstarter and to everybody who grabs a copy now.

The main event and the shrewd observer

A great philosopher once claimed that there are two kinds of people in the world: the ones who entertain and the ones who observe. At the time of this statement — which came via Britney Spears’ 2008 hit ‘Circus’ — Edwards had been keeping his online diary for over a decade, proving to be the exception that proved Ms Spears’ rule. As this first collected edition — edited by Robert Wringham from hundreds of entries — proves, Edwards is both a man-about-town and its chronicler — the main event and the shrewd observer.

Dickon’s diaries — edited by some guy and published at the end of last year — just got a beautiful review in the Tribune. It’s by Claire Biddles who really knows her stuff.

Landmark

Escape Everything! was first published in 2016 by Unbound/Penguin, the culmination of seven years of research conducted through New Escapologist magazine.

It was a LANDMARK book about how to escape the daily grind of work, consumerism, loneliness and despair. It was also very funny and written by an absolute wizard.

2021 saw the paperback release of a slightly updated version of book. It had a crappier cover and the confusing new title of I’m Out.

When Unbound went bust in 2025, the book went prematurely out of print.

For the book’s tenth anniversary, it’s time to get it back into print and back into bookshops.

I’m trying to raise the scratch to get my book Escape Everything! back into print.

Do me a solid, yeah?

Thanks if you do.

Iceman WIP Screenings

Coming up: Edinburgh (14th Aug) and Birmingham (24th Aug) WIP screenings of the Melt It! film.

These will include an unseen ~40-minute early cut of our film, which stars Jo Brand, Stewart Lee, Ronni Ancona, Robin Ince, Simon Munnery, Neil Mullarkey, and of course the Iceman and me.

Director Mark Cartwright and I will then follow the screening with a 20-30 minute (depending which version you come to) in-person talk and Q&A.

I daresay there will also be ample opportunity for a chat in the bar afterwards.

Part of the mission is to raise money to help us finish the film. The Edinburgh screening is part of the PBH Free Fringe so there’s no cost to entry. If you can afford it though, please put some money in the bucket at the end. Birmingham tickets, meanwhile, are a tenner.

Come! See what on Earth we’ve been up to, help us tie a bow on this fucker, and hear about our remarkable journey so far.

Here’s a special trailer just for these WIPs:

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Crossmylaff

One must drink on Purim until that person cannot distinguish between cursing Haman and blessing Mordechai (Megillah 7b)

The show was a smash, obviously.

Next up: a 7-minute version of the same sort of thing for Fergus Mitchell’s fantastic South Side comedy night, Crossmylaff. It’s at Glad Cafe on 24th March.

Unfortunately the 24th is also Purim, the Jewish festival of getting blotto. So I’ll be coming from that. Get yer tickets here.

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German Press

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Ich Bin Raus, the German language edition of Escape Everything! has been doing well in Germany, Austria and Switzerland.

We made it into the top 100 of the Amazon.de book chart and ordered a second print run after just a month.

Here’s a collection of press cuttings, largely interviews and reviews.

Berliner Zeitung
Focus
FÜR SIE spezial (PDF)
PT Magazine
Lausitzer Rundschau
Frei Presse
Süddeutsche Zeitung
Dariadaria
Kontext, Austrian public Radio ORF OE1
Radio SRF 2 Kultur, Kultur kompakt, 29.08.2016, 16.50 Uhr
Aspekte (Science magazine show for ZDF television)
Kultur-online
Behmanns Blog
Profile in Die Welt
Handelsblatt online
VIPly
Huffington Post
Redaktionsnetzwerk Deutschland
Das Magazin

Also, my page on German Wikipedia is bloody massive.

In case you’re wondering, I’m not yet rich.

Pure Riddy 2: October 7th 2015

Doing five minutes of GOLD (alongside 12 other readers with their own golden fives) at Meadhbh Boyd’s lovely, supportive, hilarious gig. Come!

Glad Cafe, Glasgow. October 7th at 19:30.

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Event! October 11th, 6pm.

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Yea, I’m doing a night of readings for MyBookcase at the Project Cafe in Glasgow. It’s going to be fun. You’ll see if it isn’t.

I’ll read from A Loose Egg but also from my favourite dead humorists including Jerome K. Jerome, Dorothy Parker, and Douglas Adams.

What gets read after a certain point will be opened up to democratic referendum: the hostages get a say in the demands.

It’s free entry, madam, but you’ll want a ticket. Just like in a bakery.

Blurby:

Where did all the humorists go? Whatever happened to the avuncular masters and stink-eyed mistresses of the feuilleton? What happened to people like P.G. Wodehouse, Dorothy Parker, Jerome K. Jerome and Douglas Adams. Correct, madam, they are dead.

And as if rigor mortis weren’t enough of a drag, these fine people’s jobs have been usurped by straight-teethed Sunday Supplement types who go around writing books with titles like How to be a Bloke and an apparent aversion to cutting mustard.

No use for proper humorists today is it? No value to the neoliberal agenda are we? No place in a disintegrating economic climate is it? Madam, for one night only, I rise to your rhetoric and serve you with…

HUMORISTS: THEIR FOUR USES

Go here to grab a free ticket.

Egg: Reviewed

Quietly proud of this book review from 6th Beatle, Dick Bourgois-Doyle at Canus Humorous.

Wringham’s book, A Loose Egg, cracks me up like few others. Light and silly, it seems dedicated to no other purpose than to amuse people like me […] There is, nevertheless, something profound in Robert Wringham’s writing. A creative take on the world and an imagination that can muse over Mr. Peanut’s monocle and 3-D movies, can mix organ transplants with an egg sandwich, and can intertwine dental hygiene with geo-politics. His essays are tightly written with a skill that Eric Nicol might have admired even at his prime.

You can still buy a copy directly from me.

I’ll quit the self-promotion and return to writing the diary soon, I promise.

Shortlisted for 2015 Leacock Medal

It’s with great pride and a potent speedball of British and Canadian shyness that I announce my being shortlisted for this year’s Stephen Leacock Memorial Medal: the annual prize for the best humour writing in Canada.

Did you hear that? The best. I’m at least the fifth-best humorist in all of Canada at the moment. What do you mean that’s like being the Southern Hemisphere’s second-largest playable harmonica? Please don’t make a scene, madam.

Founded in 1947, the Leacock has been awarded to people like Stuart “Vinyl Cafe” McLean, Patrick “The Sisters Brothers” deWitt, and thrice to my Canadian humour hero, Eric “The Roving I” Nicol.

This year, 73 books were reviewed by judging teams across Canada. Mine was one of ten to make the longlist on March 31st and one of five on the shortlist the following morning. Thanks, Leacockers, for essentially inventing April Fools’ Day Eve. It was interesting getting to sleep that night.

The other finalists are Aaron Bushkowsky (Curtains For Roy); Great Big Sea’s Alan Doyle (Where I Belong); Terry Fallis (No Relation); and Zarqa Nawaz (Laughing All The Way to the Mosque).

My own judge-delighting book was A Loose Egg, a miscellany of what I arrogantly believe to be my best work. It contains such Wringhammy classics as “The Hungriest Hippo”, “Hockey Voodoo”, “Outdoors In,” “Trainee Millionaire” and a new story called “No Girls, Except for Liz”.

It also has three new drawings by Samara Leibner and a great cover by Neil Scott. You can buy the book here.

The Leacock means a lot to me and I’ve enjoyed Leacock books for a long time. Nicol’s Shall We Join the Ladies (winner, 1951) is a favourite. McLean’s Vinyl Cafe Unplugged (winner, 2000) contains what might be the funniest line-in-context ever written (“Sweet Jesus”). Paul Quarrington’s Whale Music (shortlisted, 1990) introduced the word “schnooze” to my vocabulary. I use it all the time. “That alpaca’s got schnooze,” I say, and nobody ever questions it.

Here’s a piece from CBC about the shortlist. Here’s a nice article about the medal. And here’s a picture of me dressed as a king:

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New Book: A Loose Egg

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Here it is. I’ve got a new book out. It’s the long-anticipated (read inevitable) humour collection.

It’s a 150-page anthology of refined and beautified diary entries, magazine items, and completely new material. I think you’ll find it properly hilarious, madam.

The new book is called A Loose Egg and you can buy it from Amazon.ca or from Blurb (where it’s cheaper) or from me in person at this year’s Expozine.

From the back of the book:

Indolent dandy Robert Wringham (“superb”—The Telegraph) occupies a lazy, hazy, mazy world of geriatric flies, winking sparrows, and smiling labradoodles.

Witness!
– a ‘Hungry Hippos’ hustle
– an operatic battle of wits
– the airline steward with a hole in his head

Discover!
– how to jinx an important hockey game
– how to put the student loan company off your scent
– what not to do when you encounter a bear

Concede!
– that real men sit to pee
– that noone should ever go swimming
– that the flight paths of flies can be redirected with the power of the human mind

Wringham’s vignettes have appeared in the Idler and Playboy and in his own weekly blog. Now, at last, his best humour has been lovingly torn from its original context and respectfully bashed into book form.

Yes, it’s time for the inevitable Robert Wringham miscellany. His finest comic peluche.

The book also has three new illustrations by Samara and a top-notch cover by Neil.

Escape Everything!

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With much pride and undignified dancing, I can now announce plans for a New Escapologist book. It’s to be called Escape Everything!

It will be a chunky and beautifully-designed book of brand new work written entirely by yours truly (with perhaps a foreword from a New Escapologist favourite).

It will be the definitive guide to escape: an entertaining study of the good life and an orderly plan of how to get there.

All being well, the book will be published by Unbound (a publisher set up by people from the Idler and QI) and pumped into shops by Faber.

Needless to say, this is quite a big deal.

But it’s not in the bag yet. I need your help. Unbound’s business model is based upon an author making enough pre-sales to fund publication. In fact, I need about 400 pre-sales, which is a bit scary.

If you’d like to be among the first to get a copy and to help make the project actually happen, please go here to order the book today.

There are rewards for people offering larger pledges, but I’d be pleased as can be with a simple pre-order for the book itself. Up to you how far you go, of course, but I’m thankful to every last one of you. (And anyone who contributes gets her name printed in the back of the book).

A properly-published book about Escapology in the shops, folks. Would that not make the world a better place? Come on, help me to do this!

Wringham reads Sherlock

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You can listen to me stammering through the Sherlock Holmes short story The Blue Carbunkle on Montreal’s CKUT Radio Station here.

It was originally broadcast over 90.3FM on New Year’s Day 2014 and recorded earlier in December 2013. It was produced by Courtney Kirkby for CKUT.

This came out of my hobby of reading Sherlock Holmes stories aloud. I never imagined I’d do it for an audience but somehow I was asked to read The Speckled Band to a small group at a charity event, and this lead on to the radio record. I’d love to do another one, but we’ll have to see.

Richard Herring Book

511Off the back of my own amazing book, Go Faster Stripe allowed me to edit Richard Herring’s second volume of funny diary writing.

It’s called The Box Lady and Other Pesticles and is out now.

I’ve been reading Warming Up since it began in 2003, so it was wonderful to revisit the early entries. Amazing how well I remembered some of them and also what I could recall about my own life at the time. I could sometimes remember precisely where I was when reading a given entry. The book is a real-life time machine.

There’s loads of new content too. And if you prefer a plastic pal to real books, you can get a Kindle version.

Whistle and I’ll Come to You, Belfast

20th December 2012 will see the sensational Wireless Mystery Theatre perform my adaptation of the M. R. James ghost story, Whistle and I’ll Come to You at the Linen Hall Library, Belfast.

It’s part of a WMT evening of festive ghost stories (and mulled wine!) called Ghosts of Christmas Past.

Not familiar with the Wireless Mystery Theatre? Shame on you. Hear some snippets of their amazing work here.

And this is where to go for tickets.

I’m quietly proud of the script. Our version of Professor Parkin probably owes something to Johnathan Miller’s 1968 BBC television version, but he’s closer in spirit to the 1904 M. R. James original. I also added a scholarly extra touch concerning the Latin inscription on the whistle. As for our version of the ghost? Well, you’ll have to go along to find out.

Two new W&G podcasts

With a sense of profound embarrassment (and sexual arousal), we draw your attention to two brand new Wringham & Godsil podcasts.

This double whammy belatedly celebrates Halloween and Jesus Ween.

The sound quality is a bit crappier than usual, especially in the first half of Episode 30. Sorry about that. You can hear me very well but Dan sounds a bit quiet, which some might argue is an improvement. Hah!

Limited time? Listen to the first eight minutes and the last twenty minutes of the “deliberately foul” Jesus Ween episode. It’s properly, darkly funny. I got a bit carried away in the safe sex discussion and, listening back now, am genuinely shocked by some of the unsavory things I come up with (all of which are meaningless jokes of course). I also like a later bit about murderous milkmen in which Dan says, charmingly, “You could wipe out a whole community if you liked”. I love his comedy mind.

In Episode 30: Y is for Your Wife’s Vagina, we celebrate Dan’s recent wedding and the near-death experience at the reception; ruminate about Max Schreck’s smelly wee; make a long-awaited return to our Urinal Fly efficiency debate; consider the mechanics of The Rapture (as presented by Kilroy); debunk all garlic-based superstitions; and lament Dr. Beeching’s failure to close Highley railway station. This podcast also features gourmet tramps; indoor tramps; tramp restaurants; and spruced-up pissers.

In Episode 31: J is for Jesus Ween, things take a darker turn when Rob frightens Dan with his ideas for a death-based advent calendar; we educate the public about safe sex (at last!); market Dan’s new “splat mat” and Rob’s new “Jizzel”; wrongly predict that next week will see the first ever resuscitation of a cryogenically-frozen head; discuss living hams, psycho milkies, poisoned yakults, sliced bear faces, chapatti masks, murdered Josephs, nonchalant corpses; and family-sized telepathic bacteria dinners.

Happy Jesus Ween, everyone!

You Are Nothing: Extra Features

In 2012, I wrote a book called You Are Nothing about a comedy phenomenon of the mid-nineties called Cluub Zarathustra. Stewart Lee described my book variously as “Excellent,” “Interesting,” and “Important” and he sells it as part of his official tour merch.

It was published by the mighty Go Faster Stripe, who still make the book available to discerning people such as yourself.

This post collects some comments and cuttings about the book and about Cluub Zarathustra itself.

The Title

  1. For a while, the book didn’t have a title. It was known by its project code GFS42, about which Chris Evans rightly said “Sounds special doesn’t it?”

  2. I thought the confrontational title eventually arrived at would be brilliant, but I’m already tired of explaining it (and by extention, myself) to my girlfriend’s foreign family and people I sit next to on planes.

  3. The subtitle was originally “Or: a tonne of worms in an acre”. It’s a reference to Beckett and to The League Against Tedium’s infamous worm execution. In the end, it looked unwieldy, so like The League to a worm, I chopped it.

Shorter things I wrote about Cluub Zarathustra

“The club (or ‘Cluub’) saw some of the most exciting, experimental and downright weird comedy to ever grace the fringe. This is not hyperbole. Traditional stand-up was banned, and over the years it would feature sketches, opera, pyrotechnics, stunts, melting ice, and jelly in the shape of human faces.” — British Comedy Guide

“There’s a certain flavour of British comedy – perhaps epitomised by Munnery and Lee – that has never successfully exported to North America. Goodness knows we’ve tried. We’ve sent it to your comedy festivals. We’ve tried to get it on your telly. We’ve even had small victories by smuggling our writers into films like Borat and shows like Veep. But for all our efforts, the kind of comedy I’m talking about has never been taken to the American bosom, preferring to embrace, as you do, mechanical bulls and Toddlers in Tiaras instead. That’s what you like.” — Splitsider

Reviews and Praise

“Superb book” — Telegraph.

“Cluub Zarathustra was funny, fuddled, bonkers, lovingly curated. Thanks to Robert Wringham it has a likewise history.” — Ben Moor

“For many, Cluub Zarathrusta holds a unique, legendary status in the history of cult comedy. But then they probably never actually had to watch it.” — Steve Bennett on Chortle

“Normally, a book’s epigraph either gives us a sense of the diverse elements to its story or hints at something brilliant inside. With ‘Thee fyrst and onlie hystorie of Cluub Zarathustra’, Robert Wringham has opted to make the comedy outfit sound absolutely rubbish.” — The List

“Wringham unpacks the ideologies and inspirations for the cabaret/alt-alt comedy style of the Cluub with ease and a scholarly touch.” — Goodreads

You Are Nothing was an excellent read! Now annoyed that I was born in the wrong time and place. Anyone got a time machine?” — @Aino_K

“Our enduring ignorance concerning Cluub Zarathustra is sporadically alleviated by Wringham’s tentative delineation of the hauntology through which the Cluub excelled aesthetically. Accessed voices – both deliberately and accidentally accessed – abounded in the Cluub’s performances.” — HairyAppleFeed

The book was also mentioned favourably by Simon Munnery and Stewart Lee on Richard Herring’s Edinburgh Fringe and Leicester Square Theatre Podcasts.

And in Stewart Lee’s own newsletter.

“I’m only now realising that that book on Cluub Zarathustra is by the same person who does the New Escapologist magazine. Pleasing.” —@Lyeekha

Reposte

A reviewer for The List felt that a better book could have been written by someone who had seen actually the show. Well, maybe. Perhaps we should have given them another twenty years to step up.

My never having seen the show was part of the narrative thread of the book: an unreliable history pieced together by an enthusiastic outsider with only the blurry half-memories of the insiders for reference. We hinted at this on the back of the book.

Reposte II

Interviewed in The List in 2019, comedian Amelia Bayler mentions the book:

“my friend Gabriel Featherstone, who I perform with regularly at alt comedy nights Chunks and Project X, loaned me this book about a 90s experimental comedy night called Cluub Zarathustra. It’s called You Are Nothing by Robert Wringham. My fave bit is where he describes Stewart Lee mispronouncing Doritos as ‘Dorritoss’. Definitely worth a read!”

Legacy

“Cluub Zarathustra was shambolic, under-rehearsed, willfully obtuse, self-indulgent, amateurish and often in questionable taste” — New paragraphs from Paul Hamilton and The League Against Tedium in Kevin Eldon’s 2014 book.

“Cluub Zarathustra was a fringe comedy cabaret act and troupe active between 1994 and 1997.” — Cluub Zarathustra on Wikipedia.

Fun Facts

  1. To get the book started, I interviewed Simon Munnery in a Glasgow cafe called Cafe Rio. Sitting nearby were comedian Ian Macpherson and novelist Alan Bissett. Glasgow is a showbiz city.

  2. In Cafe Rio, Simon Munnery ordered soup and tea. Write that down, comedy fans. Soup and tea.

  3. Thanks to the rip-roaring success of this book, I got a gig proof-reading Richard Herring’s second volume of old blog entries, which was my evil capitalist plan all along. It’s about the long game, my friends.

Older Links about Cluub Zarathustra

“Let’s get one thing very clear: the only way that you can have ever seen anything like Cluub Zarathustra before is if you’ve seen Cluub Zarathustra before. This is one of the most obsessive, original and vicious shows at the Fringe. End of statement.” — A good fanzine review of the 1997 CZ Edinburgh show.

“I’ve always liked Simon as a person but it wasn’t until I saw Cluub Zarathustra at the Edinburgh Fringe in 1994 that I really started to appreciate his act. I thought the subsequent 2001 TV series Attention Scum! slightly watered-down the amazingly admirable nastiness of Cluub Zarathustra.” — John Fleming remembers Simon Munnery’s early work and the original CZ run.

“You also had an anti-heckling device” – An excerpt from Simon Munnery’s second appearance on Richard Herring’s Edinburgh Fringe Podcast, in which the two briefly mention my book and talk about Cluub Zarathustra’s ‘self-knowledge impregnator’.

Pilot – Watch the whole TV pilot on YouTube. For the full story of the pilot (and indeed the rest of it), read the book.

Film appearance! The Way of the Dude

There’s not been much posted about the movie online yet, but I recorded a segment last month for Thomas Fazi and Oliver Benjamin’s documentary, The Way of the Dude.

The film is the latest creation in the Dudeism ouvre, a very cheeky religion based upon the ‘teachings’ of the Cohen Brothers’ movie, The Big Lebowski.

I’ll be in good company too. The crew also interviewed Tom Hodgkinson, John Naish, Mark Vernon, Mark Townsend, The Barefoot Doctor and others.