My blog is my way of speaking.

I have neglected my blog, after years of consistency and years of cataloguing every dull event in my life, along came twitter and our podcast and bang went the blog.

Well, it’s back, I love being able to look back and see what I was doing in 2004 on a rainy Wednesday- wouldn’t you? Fuck yea!

Am 51 years old and a stand up comic, women my age (according to some folk) shouldn’t be standing in a night club swinging their fat ass to some music as they wait to go onstage and do their comedy thing- but I do and I love it.

The down side to being 51 is am starting to witness more friends and family slowly get illness’s and die, that didn’t happen as much in my 30s and it is worrying me now. This age thing, I know my dad won’t last forever- but I am not ready to face that shit yet.

The upside is I get to travel and see pals across the world in my job. My recent trip to London to see Monica was cracking fun not only did I get to enjoy her amazing flat (as a single woman she has a bathroom akin to a spa- with all the latest products and fluffy towels in huge supply) but she is just such a good pal to enjoy life with. You know those pals who you can sit down and basically debate every single issue, secretion, sexual feeling, depressive swing, financial stomach lurch and crushed dreams with? That’s her!

She has acquired a goldfish by default and my job was to keep it alive in London when she hopped off to Scotland for the weekend. I haven’t felt that responsible since Ashley was a baby! It’s quite an aggressive fish and plops up through the surface when you go to feed it and licks your hand. That’s scary and I did manage to keep it alive.

I will tell you what else is scary, a homeless man with care bears tied randomly to his legs, I keep having nightmares about this, I saw it in los Angeles a few years ago and keep thinking the dirty ripped bondage bears represent children he will kill. Anyway, that’s what this blog is about, being distracted half way through a sentence.

Comedy is going through a tough time- clubs are closing and the Euro football and Olympics can fuck up with comedy events, but we all keep going. The recent boom on TV for comedy has a knock on effect as well, with public just wanting to go see people who have been on telly, doesn’t matter if they are good, bad or indifferent as long as they are famous they are worth buying a ticket for! This will affect the Edinburgh Fringe this year as well, which I decided not to do this year.

If the buying public want to go see people they love off the telly, they can go fill their boots, but please go see some people you haven’t seen before.  It’s what keeps comedy alive.

Life in Glasgow is ticking by fine. I have a great wee pal up here who is my best buddy called Shirley, we were introduced through someone else and to be honest I wasn’t really interested in new pals. The day I called her was the day I found out my comedy pal Jason Wood had died suddenly and she was just so lovely on the phone and so practical and understanding I forget how I ever managed without her in my life. I am blessed with good pals.

This week was great fun as me and Ashley did our 100^th podcast and you can get it here http://janeygodley.podomatic.com/

So here we are bringing the blog back up to speed after a big hiatus and me being a lazy bastard – welcome back.

You can follow me on twitter as @janeygodley

Jason Wood

Jason Wood the lovely comedian aged 38, died on Saturday 20th February 2010.

He transcended all the bitching, all the jealousy and all the clichés that comedy generates and actually made us better people for knowing him.

It’s not often in comedy you meet a gracious lovely human with no bad words to say about anyone and Jason Wood was that man. He was a great comic and amazing singer who worked the circuit all over the world. I met Jason years ago through a mutual friend and then we renewed the friendship years later when I got into comedy and it was as strong as ever. You see that was thing about Jason he touched the heart and made a connection with everyone he met. We all had a special friendship with him.

He twittered me on Friday afternoon to encourage me to play a game on IPhone with him and always sent wee uplifting messages when he instinctively knew you needed them. That’s who Jason was, someone who always had your back.

We last spoke on the phone when he called to ask me if he should retweet a twitter message he got mentioning his standing ovation, he didn’t think it was gracious to accept the compliment or to let others know he got such praise. I told him “RT that now! You deserve to take every accolade going and its not being vain, its being happy someone loved your show”

He was so worried that people would think him up himself for putting the good praise on the web, that’s who Jason was. I would have retweeted that comment in seconds without a backward glance, but I don’t posses the grace that Jason had, but I will now need to learn it. Because that was who he was, someone who taught you stuff about yourself.

I could go on and on about the lovely things he told me and the nice words of sincerity that he heaped on me but he did the same with everyone. He had a space in his heart for everyone he met; he had the ability to make you feel you were the one person worth bothering about.

I don’t think I will ever meet anyone that good again and that’s why I cry, for my own selfish wants, I want him alive, I want him singing and I want him here. See you in the next life Jason You Star!