A massive gamble like spending £1000 on a horse race or trying to get an operation on the NHS...

Oh hey internet, how is everyone? Come on, I asked you a question and I would like you to answer out loud. How are you?

Ok if you just spoke to a cold, lifeless monitor, more fool you because I was joking. Now I returned yesterday from my weekend jaunt to the Edinburgh Fringe where there were much better jokes than that one. At some point I will write a proper blog entry on my experiences but i'd like to do it properly rather than rush it but until then, let me say this - amazing.

What the Fringe did do was to inspire me to stop blogging about writing and to actually get on with some. Except blogging about writing is writing. But proper writing.

So i've started. Which is nice. Now i'm wondering if I should start to publish my stuff on here. This does pose something of a risk. What if I stick something on here that i'm really proud of (like a picture of homemade burgers. Or a script. Either) and someone copies it?

This is a massive gamble. Like reading a a Katie Price novel (what if you actually enjoyed it? It wouldn't be worth living surely.)

Saying that, I believe that if you're a good writer you should be always having good ideas. If someone wants to nick one, then just come up with ten more. So blog readers, as a reward for getting this far through this rather dull entry, enjoy a five minute sketch about Star Wars, tramps and fathers disappointed in their kids.

If you like it, leave a comment and let me know (or tweet me @AmardeepSSandhu)

If you don't like it, let me know why.

Click here to read 'Look, i'm your father'

Excited and tired. Tex-cited....

That sounds like i'm in anticipation of a faux-Mexican meal. Anyhoo it's been a long week. Such a long week that I'm using phrases like anyhoo - mucho apologies (?!)

I know what you're thinking - it's only Thursday Amar, how's it been a long week? Well without getting into the intricate details of my employment, you'll just have to trust me that it has.

Which is why I don't feel like blogging tonight. Except I have. But not properly. What I did want to say is that this time next week, I will (theoretically) be enjoying an ice cold  luke warm beer and watching some comedy in the beautiful British city of Edinburgh. As you can imagine I am riduclously excited.

For now, until a more in depth, interesting, blog entry, let this picture sum up how I am feeling at this moment...

(Thank you to the guy who uploaded this picture. Basically the Edinburgh Fringe is the Jenga blocks, i'm the moustached guy and the space between said moustached guy and everyone's favourite wooden brick based game is the time between now and next Thursday. His smile says it all)

What's it all about....Amar?

If you imagined Cilla Black singing the title of this entry, congratulations you win. If you leave a comment and include your address, i'll send you a pen.
If you didn't (and thus don't get the reference to the era defining Michael Caine film, Alife), you lose. Comment on this entry and i'll send you a pen.
My overly generous distribution of stationary is the topic of today's update. Not the pen part but the rewarding for comments made.

I (in my incredibly limited wisdom) decided to 'plan' today's blog, rather than just writing my usual nonsensical stream of consciousness stuff (I call that the Katie Price technique). However when I started to plan, I suddenly thought;

 - Who is this for?
 - Why am I dedicating 1 minute and 37.5 seconds of my day to it?
 - Is there actually anyone out there?!! This dog seems to think not

And he's right. There is no-one out there. Which means if you're reading this and you're not me (only you'll know that) congratulations you win. Comment, address, pen.

So what is the point? Well I want to be a writer someday. This blog allows me to hone my voice before unleashing it on the  E4  BBC3  Channel 4 Sky Living audiences.

It allows me to think creatively and work my creative muscle harder (sound dodgy? No didn't think so) than Mr Bumble used to work Oliver Twist (sounds a lot more dodgy now).

Anyone who wants to produce art should do it for themselves. Create it and then if it makes you laugh, cry, warm inside, cold inside, dizzy, nauseous, constipated or racist, then the chances are it will make someone else a erm......dizzy constipated racist and you're halfway there.

And so the answer is, dear reader, I do it for me. If I make people (anyone....please someone!) laugh, then my sole purpose in blogging is complete.

Short of that, i'm just going to start randomly posting pens to people; comments?