Before I started doing comedy I thought that most comedy gigs were in a jazzyclub type bar. But, in my experience so far, they are just in rooms above pubs.
The Purple Monkey is like a dream, except that it is real. It actually is how I imagined comedy clubs to be. Plus they gave me food.
Was feeling bit weird about show, have made some changes and was painfully aware that I should soon stop faffing about and maybe learn it – it’s ok to be reading of scraps of paper in February, but it’s nearly July and I’m still reading most the story out.
Though the story doesn’t really concern me anymore, that is finished, it’ my story around it that needs the work, and it’s getting there.
I felt a bit bad in such a nice room that I was doing a show that was only half done, obviously they know when booking previews that that’s exactly what they are. But with this room I almost fancied doing last years finished show so as not to waste the opportunity.
But that would have been wrong. So I did Pulp Boy. It was another oddly flat feeling gig like the original Leicester Festival gig, my comedic instincts thought I’d bored them senseless by the end, but again this doen’st appear to be the case. Again it wasn’t rip-roaringly laugh a minute, but I don’t intend it to be, only when I’m in front of an audience I sometimes wish it was.
The thing I noticed mostly (and was indeed most helpful) about this gig is that now the standuppy parts are coming together I tell it like I’m doing standup, i.e better, which perks the audience up and once I finally learn the story then I think I wll notice a dramatic improvment in how I think gigs are going.
So in summary, lovely room, I did an ok gig – but wish I’d done better.