By Jay Mohr
Now in paperback, the revelatory and astounding memoir of lifestyles behind the curtain at Saturday evening Live, through former forged member Jay Mohr his insider account of the internal workings of Saturday evening Live presents the inside track on quirky visitors, pitch conferences, faux pitch conferences, rehearsals, solid participants, dwell declares, and naturally, getting airtime. Refreshingly sincere and laugh-out-loud humorous, this publication will entice fanatics of Jay Mohr, devotees of Saturday evening Live, and younger comics longing for stand-up stardom.
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Thank goodness we didn't go in my sister's Volvo. Still, it gave me time to get the tea cosy I was looking for (or, as they call it, SchlurpWully) and I found a lovely new bedside lamp (LiteFondl). Ironically, next to the futon Stephen fell asleep on (NobEd). 10 Monday We told Stephen Junior that he's adopted this evening. He isn't, but there was nothing on TV. 11 Tuesday Read an article about how some frustrated women use cooking to compensate for the lack of . . well . . marital shenanigans.
25 Friday Stephen spent the evening in the Dog & Duck, crawling home around midnight. Unusually, I had a lovely, undisturbed night's rest. Stephen was asleep as soon as the pillow hit his head. 26 Saturday Spent a good five hours rummaging around in the attic. Once I'd finally negotiated the dust, cobwebs and back issues of Ladybitz Monthly, it was quite an eye-opener. My first find was a huge, ancient portrait of someone I assume was Stephen's great-grandfather, although he's never mentioned him.
Fortunately they'd had a cancellation so I managed to book a slot next Friday. It was a very reasonable price, excluding coffin tax, font duty, choice of pew and a hearse. Luckily, Stephen's mate Barry was able to help us out on that score as he owns a car hire company. He owes Stephen a favour, so he's letting us have a hearse at a knock-down price. I'm not entirely sure what kind of favour Stephen did for him. I'm not sure I want to know any more . . 17 Thursday Stephen's dyed his hair green and knocked back three pints of Guinness before breakfast.