I played The Comedy Store last night for the first time. And it went pretty well (going back for a Friday night in Jan… gulp) I’d gotten probably the most nervous before this five min gig than I ever had for one before (and not surprising, it is the bloody Comedy Store) and I [...]
Read More…After yesterdays accidental newspaper reading there seemed little point in watching the Grand Prix that I’d taped. But tonight, still tired, quite grumpy and more than a little scared at the prospect of my first comedy store gig coming up this week. So I figured it mightn’t be that bad an idea to sit and watch [...]
Read More…I have been to Cardiff. On a megabus. I like Cardiff, but this was a tough journey - it was a sitting room gig - most odd. Then loud, slept in a room where there was a very loud child DJ playing very loud DJ type music to three people, two of which were [...]
Read More…This was odd. A sitting room, in Cardiff. Not a gig as such as in it was in a sitting room, in Cardiff. It was at a party, don’t worry, it wasn’t me being a wanker and “doing the show right here”, but myself and Andrew O’Neill going to a specially prepared party, in a sitting [...]
Read More…I think my green fingers may have gone mouldy. My balcony is in stasis, and my attention span has waned to plant genocide levels. I want to cut them all down and send them to a logging firm in Canada. Why? Because they’re not fucking doing anything, I don’t particularly want them to be juggling or anything (well, [...]
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