I did a preview of Romantic Comedy last night at the Laughing Horse.
The show itself was a bit of a shambles. A table of drunken hairdressing students were really too drunk to listen to a heatrfelt hour of love. To be honest, they were having difficulty concentrating to the end of a one-liner.
I had them won over, ish. Well, I say won over. They were equally just having a chat, listening to me and laughing at me. Under the circumstances, after an hour on stage I think this was a success.
Now, these hairdresser were actually colourists. You can imagine the few minutes of banter I had with them regarding my hair colouring lonlieness. They thought my colour was 110… I told them it was midnight blue and that they were obviously amateurs. But they told me they weren’t, they were professional dyers.
Now, one of these girls was incredibly sexy (well a few were sexy, but one in particular) I actually really fancied her. At the end of the night they were all on a mission to find a karaoke bar. They were asking if I wanted to go. Normally I wouldn’t think twice before saying an emphatic no, but my brain wasnt in control.
I’d asked during the show if this girl was single….WAIT. NO, Terry stop it. What was I thinking, I’m skint, tired and have lots of stuff to do. I know that I might my ex at a gig. But that wasn’t going to happen tonihgt. I know that my head was telling me that we’d go to a pub all have fun, they’d all be thinking I was great and I’d possibly end up in a threesome with sexy one and a gallant runner up.
But I was more than aware of my shortcomings. I knew that what would actually happen would be that we’d get there. They’d all be pissed I’d suddenly not be funny and they’d hate that. And now that I’d be socialising the gulf between my sobriety and their drunkenness would be insurmountable and I’d go home after an hour or two and twenty quid gone, alone and depressed.
So I just left.
But who knows….