An ode to the Late Lord Cheeks

Still feeling crappy, have to psyche myself up somehow for this important corporate gig tonight. I wish they had anti-sadness comedy drugs you could take for this kinda thing. Suggestions, anyone??? PS They have to be legal.

Anyway, I just found this entry from last year: reading Chris’s comments upset me again, but in a good way. I guess if there’s a lesson to be learned here (and I think there are many) it’s that if you have something nice to say to someone, say it now!!! Cos, while I forgot all about this, I’m glad it happened.

Peace out.

An ode to Lord Cheeks This is a little poem for my dear friend and fellow comic-in-crime Chris Daniel:

Dear Chris you know it’s often said That men are just from Mars Well I don’t think that is true Cos most I’ve met are found in bars.

But that’s beside the point you see The reason that I’m writing Is to say I think you rock the world With your manner so inviting.

You give advice (and car-rides too) Which makes me feel quite happy Your marriage even inspires me To make mine not so crappy.

So thank you Chris for being nice Like pancakes gooed with honey But most of all, I thank you Chris For being cool AND funny!

*Disclaimer: the crappy quality of poetry contained within is by no means any reflection on the poem’s subject. Chris Daniel is in no way cliched, crappy, nor does he resort to dodgy rhythms to achieve rhyme. At least, not usually.

Chris D wrote: Cheeks Malone is my Porn star name. My first pet was called Cheeks and I used to live on Malone St in London. Thanks to Jen for the kind words – she’s been just as supportive to me… New boy in Oz with no friends: The comedy word has been incredible to me – I look around the comic world and despite the jealousy that can arise – there is also the cream and my comic mummy is the best of them all. I am deeply touched… and not in the way that gets you arrested… Love you Jen