*Tumbleweed*

Yeah so I gave my first induction yesterday at work and I thought I'd go for the kookie style (i.e the 'real' me) and it went down like a lead balloon.

Imagine four faces staring at you with their mouth agog, wishing they could just die now and save me the bother of killing them with my words about 'dress code' and the 'data protection act 1998'.

So yeah.

That wonderful stand-up comic career I thought I could always fall back on? (Two whole people have told me I should do it, blame them). Well, I'm doomed.

Tonight for part 2 I might crack out the Tommy Cooper magic tricks. Either that or a real life heart attack might suffice.

More later.

It's hard being a failed clown...