This years show is really proving to be a bit of a rollercoaster. This time last year I had Romantic Comedy pretty much finished and was tweaking, this year I think the story of Pulp Boy is probably the best thing I’ve ever written, but so far, and with only five weeks to go – the show of Pulp Boy isn’t.
Still losing a lot of impact from reading a lot of it out and still not quite got the throughline right… or the ending. And now that time can be measured in days I’m getting everso more panicky. I know it can be done, just wondering whether it will be.
Tonight was a hot night preivewing in a tiny soho above pub room with Andrew O’Neills show. His show is much more complete, and has a higher gag count than mine does right now which certainly left mine feeling a bit flatter… but the main problem is still the dispirate nature of the show (and the tiny matter of not having finished it)
So I shouldn’t panic too much… five weeks is ages.
Oh god