Big Scrap.

Someone tried to kick Jerk. I think you can guess how angry I am. If you can't then think of it this way, imagine someone had actually k...

Army Legge.

I'm not sure if this will be a blog or a a few angry sentences (what's the difference) but something pretty new-ish in comedy is cur...

Michael Legge is a Prick.

I am a prick. No, don't argue, I am. It's just how God didn't make me. Who knows, maybe you're a prick too? If so, welcome! ...

Big Night Out.

I went to see Wicked last night. Those aren't words I thought I'd ever write but it happened. In real life. My niece won tickets for...

The Non-Running Man.

Waking up is the biggest drag in this awful, awful life. I've woke up hundreds of times but it's never been enjoyable. On Sunday I w...

Clearance Sale.

When your career is as fucked as mine one feels compelled to keep a tidy house. All those mistakes, bad gigs and rejected sit-com scripts ar...

Pistols at Dawn.

My penis and I are no longer speaking. We've had disagreements before, of course. Sometimes I want to do a spot of cleaning but it insis...