New Project

I'm going to go it on my own this year. Scary really - but excting too. Wish me luck. William

http://william-andrews.blogspot.com/

Pause

a bit of a wait. things will happen but when...

Doing glasgow comedy festival - after that who knows.

BACK TO BLIGHTY

I was in Spain. It was warm. I am back. It is cold.

But enough weather facts expressed in the manner of an infant/ high impact trauma victim. The Will and Greg Project continues with vigour. The Scottish one has been booking dates in for us in my absence and there is talk of a wee tour sometime soonish. Watch this space. Or Myspace (link at the side) will endeavour to put gig dates on there. And blogging. We will do more blogging. We just needed a rest. And i got one. (Greg Can still be seen confusing dreams with reality on a daily/nightly basis)

Rab C's Us Right

I should really write a really funny entry. It aint gonna to happen. In part because of my god awful hangover, and part because I have an overwhelming desire to say thank you, and thanks should be delivered with firm handshakes and a sincere look.

To everyone who made our pilot happen. Thank you. Thank you so very very much. For sheer fear of missing anyone out I won’t write the list of names, as distinguished as it is long.

There is, however, one person we really can’t thank enough, and that’s Rab, the show’s producer. A genuinely modest man who doesn’t receive thanks without thanking you back immediately after. A truly fantastic individual with what American teenagers call “skills” awesome "Skills". Thank you Mr Rab. Thank you very much.

VIDEOS!

A few of the clips are now up on myspace.... go have a look. They’re on our profile

http://www.myspace.com/blowoutcomedy

A bit about me

I feel trapped, curled up into a ball that doesn’t seem to be small enough and I’m in constant pain. The thick walls seem to be closing in on me and I panic often, scrambling about in darkness. I’m too big for this enclosure and my very presence inside it is causing me to question all sorts of things. How did I get here? How do I get out? What does the outside world look like and how will I cope if I ever reach it? I’m scared, trapped and alone – doomed to be here forever unless I find the strength to break free or some kindly soul does it for me. In the meantime, I wait for an end to my unbearable suffering.

And that’s me in a nutshell.

THE END OF THE BEGINNING

So that’s me back home now. I say home; I haven’t really had a proper home since November. I am back in London though which I intend to call home, if it will have me and I’m sure it will. Not that I’m rejecting Scotland, I’m just seeing what the bigger smoke has to offer. Scotland had me in a friendly headlock for ten years and I will always miss my friends, the air, the water, the rent, the space blah blah blah.

It is a relief to not have to do another show tomorrow; at least I think it is. Will & Greg has occupied my waking hours for at least the last two months. I suspect switching off will be harder than easy. Not that we are switching off per se – we hope to tour the live show at some point in the future and the TV show “THE INCREDIBLE WILL AND GREG” transmits on channel 4 late Sunday 31st Aug, so that’s pretty exciting (and terrifying).

Had some insider information given to be about the .if comedies as well – it seems that the chair neglected to say in his speech that the “gift” award to the comedians/performers was born out of the gap between the Fringe and the new big four comedy festival. I’m not convinced that justifies the decision but it’s good to know it wasn’t just a flick of the pen.

Anyway, Festival , it’s over, and it was awesome. Thanks be to Ian Davidson, an unflappable and astute director, the mind and walk and eyelids of Chris Grady – writer extraordinaire and climber of ladders, the generous, supportive and patient staff of the Comedy Unit, and the fantastic Emma Haggerty who did the most amazing of Jobs and without whom this summer would not have been anywhere near as successful for us as it was - to our wonderful Techs, to the Pleasance for having us, and God, who’s non existence is both an inspiration and frustration.

Now if I could just remember how to sleep.