Alrighty, since my mind is full of fewer witticisms and more unnecessary verbiage, I'll keep this brief. After all, the fact that in the first sentence I've already used 'witticisms' and 'verbiage' suggests that I'm only trying to show off.
SO!
It seems as though I may finally have my first bit of national exposure. It's not much, but it's a definite stepping stone in what was once a non-existent career.
You know those 'It's no Picnic' ads, where you have some sod trying to down a Picnic bar in 30 seconds? I fondly remember tense moments of the Super Bowl being brought to a relaxed calm by the futile efforts of some curly haired dude trying to down hisself a Picnic.
Anyhow, it seems that your old chum Tony had a crack at it, and they've seen fit to broadcast it on the telly. Isn't that something magical?
So I ask - nay, DEMAND - that y'all be watching Your Generation on the 28th of February (2 days away!!) on Channel 10, 19:30-20:30. I don't know if this is outside of Melbourne, but any distant fans I may have (I'm sure there's at least one lonely soul out there, stroking the hair of a scalp he acquired one dark chilly night as he bellows for a terrified young lady to 'put the lotion on its skin') might as well tune in anyway in the vague attempt at seeing my ad as well.
What happens from here? Who knows. I'm already in the schmoozing process with a few different people here and there, though admittedly I'm not very good at it and likely the only impression I leave is one of utter ineptitude. In any event, I'm excited to finally get my mug on TV, chomping furiously away at a Picnic bar. ...Do I achieve the unbelievable, and actually down the chocolate bar within the space of the ad break?
Well I suppose you'll have to watch yourself and find out...
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