See those pictures of a cassette inlay on the right? Click on either one of those and you'll (hopefully) hear the first comedy song I ever recorded. Or, at the very least, the first one I ever remember recording. In the context of the tape, it's a mere musical break in the middle of The Wepherds, an improvised piece of rubbish about Shane Wepherd and his family which barely has an interesting thought in it, never mind a joke. I've only just reacquired this tape after many, many years (thanks to my brilliant friend Elton Townend Jones - formerly just 'Elton Townend') who was, for a long time, the designated "keeper of the tapes". To understand that fully, you'd have to read the section about The Situation, but I haven't written it yet. So it'll have to go like this: from 1985 until some date in the 1990s we can't quite agree on yet, Elton & I made tapes together, for fun. We collectively called ourselves 'The Situation'. Even though I have copies of some of them, Elton was always our chief archivist and, since his situation was more stable than mine at the time, he eventually became the guy responsible for looking after the tapes. Now, I'm only saying this, partly to explain why there are references to "Situation: Hopeless" (which was our original name before we streamlined it) on the cassette inlay, but also to explain why I hadn't heard it for so long (perhaps twenty years or more).


Now, let's complicate it just a little further, just so I make sure I never get to bed tonight. This tape wasn't made by The Situation, or by Situation: Hopeless, but by me alone, before I'd even met Elton. But like a tape or two of his, when we got our thing going and had our pretend label, we took 'finished' recordings of our own and decided to include them under the Situation banner, so they became part of the 'official canon' if you like. So even though I made it on my own in 1983 and 1984, it ended up in the official tape stock, and most of that had ended up in his Mum's attic in Wisbech and, when I thought about this tape (which I sometimes did), I thought I'd probably never see or hear it again.


But then I saw Elton just before Christmas, and he pulled it out of his bag and gave it to me. I won't go into all the details why cos I'll be here forever but it was a massive surprise and a pretty joyous one too. Not that I really wanted to listen to The Wepherds - it really is deeply unfunny and ineptly made, and I already have enough terrible old tapes of me improvising awful crap onto cassettes around that time - ones which weren't for some reason deigned good enough to be part of the Situation collection. I also have no interest in hearing The Five Doctor Spews, which I can only imagine being the most horrendous thing anyone ever did in the name of entertainment. I'll do it eventually, but it hasn't happened yet.


But halfway through the Wepherds, there's a musical interlude. In context, it's played by the Flying Thickets (named after a capella group The Flying Pickets) and is nothing to do with Scunthorpe or anyone called Bobby (the title's just an unglamorous play on Frankie Goes to Hollywood, quite simply my favourite thing in 1984). But it is about something - a man who's having a particularly unlucky day. And though it's scrappy - even downright clumsy - in places, and some of the jokes are woeful (especially the one about it being bad news that his son just came out and told him he was gay - which I genuinely feel embarrassed about, even though I was only 12 when I wrote it and just needed an easy rhyme). But the more I think about that, I still think the more notable thing about it is that I'm obviously playing a character. Even now in my mid-forties I don't have kids - I certainly didn't when I was 12. Which adds another layer to this triple-tracked, a capella comedy song which I did NOT improvise - it had well thought-out lyrics, even if most of them are crap. And the astonishing thing is that, just putting that little bit of effort into it, stops it being a complete travesty.


Thing is, if you look around this site a bit, you'll notice that I managed to make quite a name for myself a few years back for writing and, more importantly, performing and recording, comedy songs. And from that has sprung a new career, in which I now earn a living writing music for TV and film. And it's often occurred to me that it all started with this song. I'd made a few attempts at writing comedy songs before - see here for a dreadful example of one I gladly didn't commit to tape - but this is the first one I actually recorded. With my own tune as well.


It may be unfunny, it may be childish, it may be badly produced, but it was my first one - the acorn from which the rest of my career grew, and probably therefore one of the most important things I've ever done in my life. Not that it should matter so much to you, of course - but then again you'd only be here reading this if you're either here by accident, here because someone told you it was the shittest thing they've ever heard and you will laugh your nuts off at how bad it is, or because you're interested in me as a case study in misplaced narcissism - or maybe you're just interested in the development of an artist, how they begin, how they progress, how they learn - that's certainly why I'm doing all this in the first place. Well, that and misplaced narcissism.


Nah - the point isn't that this is great. It's not. Even if I was only 12, it's hardly Mozart. But maybe he was a worse comedy songwriter than I imagine. And the most amazing thing about this recording to me (excepting the gay joke, which I can forgive myself for but I really wish I hadn't done - and the "sister's mouse" line at the end is just abysmal) is that it isn't completely irredeemable. It's structurally sound, it has meaning and purpose, it's well-performed in its own 'mad 12 year old' way. And because it wasn't perfect, I tried it again and again, so now I can do stuff like this, or this, or this, or this, and I still see room for improvement. So please forgive me, just this once, for being just a little bit proud of this one. It's not the best, but it was the first, and when your first isn't the worst (even if it threatens to come close here and there), it makes you feel as though you chose the right life. And I haven't always felt that way.


So thank you, Elton. Thanks for bringing this back to me. And thank you for The Situation (which I probably won't write about for months or even years, but maybe one day...)


I wonder how different my life would have been if, that day in 1984, I just said "Nah, I can't be bothered"?

Shane Wepherd: The Affair (1984)
Knob Head Magazine
A comic for adults only
Back Up Top
Underpants (1984)
The Wepherds/Five Doctor Spews Cassette inlay (outer)
The Wepherds/Five Doctor Spews Cassette inlay (inner)
Shane Wepherd
The Affair
Good Comic
Last outing for old chums
Shane Wepherd
The Arspain
A pretend hit single
Knob Head - no childish stuff here, folks! Just good, hard adult fun!
A line I didn't expect to find in a comic strip written by a 12 year old
Gary Le Strange relaxing in the Comedy Store
An angry bird called Raven Mad - blimey, how do I come up with these names? I must be some kind of genius
Arspain knocks down the Leaning Tower of Pisa
My pretend record "Underpants" probably did well in my imaginary Top 40