My friend O.D is coming to visit from London in a couple of weeks. They we don’t call him O.D due to some kind of Anthony Keidis-like pin cushion impersonation though. It’s because his name is O’Driscoll. Not his first name.

Anyway, it should be good to see him.

I haven’t seen old Pozza (as he likes to be known) for some time now, and he has been in the midst of this economic collapse over there. I’m pretty sure he trades domino’s for ANZ... maybe stamps. But he told me not too far back that he was contemplating a career move in the near future. He mentioned a possible shift into the world of stand up comedy. Of course I pressed him for some fresh, cutting edge, up-beat material.

Here is his opening gambit, verbatim.

“Why is it that people say ‘I slept like a baby last night’? Does that mean they wake up screaming every two hours covered in fresh piss?”

“And why is it that when you blow in a dog’s face he gets mad at you, but as soon as you take him in the car he puts his head out the window?”

Essentially that’s the whole routine so far, but I reckon he could pad it out to a full show without too many problems. He actually plays guitar and sings too. Well, replace ‘plays’ with ‘creates noise out of’. And his singing is kind of this weird whispering moan thing that I imagine you would get if you crossed Ben Harper and Carsson Kressley.

He did write one song. It’s called “Me and the Boys”.

I swear to you right now I will capture this song on Video one day and post it here. The lyrics are quite simple (and imagine one string on the guitar plucked at the same time).

“Me and the boys,
Yeahhhhh
Went down to the pub,
Yeaaahhhhh”
Again we would need to pad it out a bit for a live gig.

In fact one of the truly most disturbing things I have ever experienced was being locked in my car as O’Driscoll sang Marcy Playgrounds “Sex and Candy” right up to my ear. It still gives me shivers (in a bad way).

Can’t wait till he gets here...