I have, for reasons involving the desire to be unspeakably rich, started work on the long-abandoned radio comedy script.
Unfortunately, I'm rubbish at keeping a good LOL to myself, so here's a gag I'm particularly proud of:
Story: Frank works on a market stall. He's depressed and takes a visit to his doctor to get to the bottom of his troubles.
Doctor Mills: So, you tell me you're suffering from depression, bouts of anxiety and panic attacks. Is there anything else?B'dum - and indeed - TISH!
Frank: If I'm going to be totally honest with you, I harbour violent urges against the bass player from Spandau Ballet.
Doctor Mills: Oh.
Frank: In fact, I want to kill him.
Doctor Mills: Have you considered drugs?
Frank: Actually, I was just going to stab him.
Frank: But yeah - less messy. Nice one, Doc - I feel better already.