As many of you will have noticed, a previously unregarded weak spot in my business model has recently been identified and ruthlessly exploited by a tiny, enigmatic particle of RNA and fat. No, not him. I mean COVID-19.
Subsequently, my usual source of income – as with that of Opera singers, artisan beard sculptors and licensed escorts – anyone who earned money while being in close proximity to non-family members, in short – has unexpectedly dried up somewhat. I have decided therefore, to try and weather the storm of the next [REDACTED] months and see if I can’t earn a few quid on Patreon, instead.
Now, I’ll be honest with you. I don’t know much about Patreon. I have previously only supported one on line magazine through these means, but they seem to have done well out of it. Not on my account I should add – they get a dollar a month from me and that level of commitment would be fine from any of you too. But it all adds up. The idea is to spread out, in a manner that is currently all too familiar to us all.
And Patreon seems to be the gold standard for this sort of mechanism. For comedy stuff, anyway. Only-Fans will be the platform meanwhile for my live, adult only content. Any requests in that line do please let me know.
So, what I have in mind is two-fold. To write new material, of course, be it blog posts or more developed essays, etc – and links to anything else I might be creating on line.
But also, to open up my archive. As in, “Simon Evans has opened up his archive, I’d give it ten minutes if I were you”. Radio work, Comedy routines, scripts, sketches, articles, journalism – much of it from before I even started stand up, way back in 1996.
I hope that a lot of it is worth reading, and laughing at, in its own right. But anyone who has followed my career with more than utter indifference may also find that there are insights into the creative process, the evolution of certain well known routines, and even some preoccupations that I had completely forgotten about myself. These will all come with introduction, commentary and if appropriate even footnotes. My template is to some extent Douglas Adams’ The Salmon of Doubt, to some extent Stewart Lee’s How I Escaped by Certain Fate, and to some extent Woody Allen’s Without Feathers. So, whether premature death, increasingly tin foil hatted leftism or sex predator-based cancellation await me, in the meantime, I invite you to subscribe now and get an excitingly early number.
All the best, and thank you sincerely for whatever you feel able to pay for the feast that is about to begin. Stay safe and I’ll see you on the other side. Sx