Acceptance at last in my old stomping grounds.
Nominated for Best Feature Documentary at Wolverhampton Film Fest.

Acceptance at last in my old stomping grounds.
Nominated for Best Feature Documentary at Wolverhampton Film Fest.


With Michael Cumming. Thanks to Dan Godsil for the pic.

Since I’m helping to make one…

You’ve seen a version of this pic before, but m’colleague Mark just sent me a signed version in the post.
Signed, that is, by S. Lee and R. Herring (who, despite that various other achievements in work and life will always be Pliny and Histor to me) at their separate gigs last week.
Normally I put this sort of thing in my Kubrik Box, but this one made the fridge. I want to see it every time I get milk. “There’ll always be milk!“
To be highfalutin, the Iceman has roots in the Fluxus experimental art movement of the Sixties, where the process is more important than the result. Here, Irving’s ‘let’s just give this a try’ ethos results in a shared sense of meaningless fun, that should, by rights, only exist in the moment – though we should be grateful, too, that it has finally been recorded for the ages.
A spectacular Chortle review of “The Final Block,” the recording of the event we put together at the Bill Murray Comedy Club last year.
To be clear about what this is, my team and I are making a documentary film about the Iceman. We needed more footage of him in action, so we put together a gig. But we also got the gig filmed by Go Faster Stripe, legendary comedy production team. What’s being reviewed here is the Go Faster Stripe recording, not our film. You can buy that recording for a tenner here and I suggest that you do!
Steve, the reviewer, really gets what’s going on. Here’s an important bit:
‘The whole concept of The Iceman is failure,’ Irvine tells us – and it’s a notion that he proves from the start – when he pours a bucket of water over himself and damages the microphone.
A lesser comedian might have cut all the futzing around that resulted, but leaving some of this in captures the joy of amateurism, in its true sense, that his act celebrates. Trying to sum up what his charmingly ramshackle performance achieved, Irving concludes: ‘Something has happened that wouldn’t otherwise have happened’. What more reason does one need?
It’s one of my favourite moments of the show, indeed one of the best things I’ve had the privilege to witness in my life. The director, Chris Evans, understandably went bananas when Anthony wrecked his expensive radio mic. This happened early in the show’s proceedings. It could have been ruinous, but it made the whole night.
“We need to mic you up again,” said Chris, “Being able to hear you is the whole point.”
“The whole point,” Anthony corrected him, “is to melt the block.”
All of this is in the show. We open with a quote from Chris “If I end up on stage, something has really fucked up.”
Still unwell with the old eczema, I’m starting to worry about a trip to London I have to make on the 29th.
It’s an overnight trip for the film and I found a hostel ten minutes from where we’ll be working. As well as providing a bed for the night, I could use the hostel during the daytime (after 3pm anyway) to dip out of the shoot for some sudocrem and a lie down if things become overwhelming.
I went to book it today and – whaaaaa? – there’s an age limit. You can’t stay there if you’re over 36. I’m 42.
I stay in hostels quite a lot these days, but I’ve never seen that before. In fact, one of the things I like about hostels is the diversity of the people staying in them, different age groups being one of the things I’d noticed. When evangelising about hostels as a way to see the world, I’d even told people that “youth hostel” is a misnomer these days.
After abandoning a plan to buy a Central London building to start my own hostel exclusively for the elderly, I managed to find an alternative one. Cheap place to stay in Notting Hill are few and far between though, so the hostel I’ve booked into is a 25-minute walk from the shoot.
Pray for me, everyone. I am itchy and sore and seeping and at my wit’s end.
But I WILL be in London to talk to a man famous for melting ice in the 1980s.
UPDATE: It didn’t happen. I had to cancel.
With Michael Cumming in The Doublet pub.

We don’t mean to brag, but Mark and I met Pliny.
His beak was like that when we got there.

This was at the British Stand-Up Comedy Archive at the University of Kent.
I felt like a very special boy.

Birmingham went even better than Edinburgh. The Iceman looks phenomenal on the big screen.

Some Black Country reprobates:

With Mark Cartwright and Simon Munnery at the Edinburgh WIP screening of Melt It!

And here’s me and Mark’s debrief a few days later:
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:

With Simon Munnery at the Comedy Store, demonstrating his innovation of turning the mic to face the audience.