Gig-o-phlog 2020

 

 

What’s that? 

 

You have no idea what a phlog is? 

 

Where have you been these last few years? I’ve written literally hundreds of them. Well dozens. Ok. Maybe about 6.  

 

Seriously, click here if you don’t believe me. Look at all those phlogs!

 

What’s it mean? 

 

My god, you clearly didn’t click the link did you. I pretty much explain it every time.

 

“Phlog” is a portmanteau* of the words “photographic” and “blog”. In other words, a photographic blog. In other words, a bunch of photos interspersed with witty anecdotes and insightful wisdom. Usually loosely connected to showing card tricks to strangers at parties. 

 

*On the off chance that you don’t know what a portmanteau is…

 

portmanteau

/pɔːtˈmantəʊ/

noun

plural noun: portmanteau words

 

a word blending the sounds and combining the meanings of two others, for example motel or brunch.

“podcast is a portmanteau, a made-up word coined from a combination of the words iPod and broadcast”

Other examples include mockumentary, spork, zorse, bromance, frenemy, frankenstrat and fucktard.

 

Anyway, “gig-o-phlog 2020” is exactly what you’d expect it to be. A witty romp through my magic gigs from March to August of 2020. 

 

All interspersed with wit, charm, and insightful wisdom.

 

Well. Enough preamble. On with the phlog!

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Arse.

 

Seriously. Not a single gig. 

 

I had big plans for this year: I had a new gig suit to cut a dash in (a stylish lavender ensemble. No really. Look out for “Lavender-suit-o-phlog” coming soon), and some astonishing new material to try out.

 

And I’d hoped to charge an arm and a leg to fool the inebriated. (That new motorbike isn’t just going to pay for itself now is it?)

 

And I would have gotten away with it too.

 

If it wasn’t for those pesky, meddling covids.

 

Grrrr.