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Did some more stand up last night. It would seem that the first one did go fucking well as this wasn’t as smooth. Audience right in my face, mic a bit too quiet (for me anyway) and, to be honest, not really given enough notice to shoehorn new material into an already fledgling act. I learnt fucking loads though and the headliner who I won’t namedrop was extremely complimentary. He, incidentally, was superb. Nothing nasty or shouty, just a funny decent chap with stunning delivery and splendid material.
I was given notice of my second gig on Thursday afternoon; the information fell into my inbox like a peanut studded turd. This cast a watery glow on my splendid weekend, it didn’t ruin it by any means, it just meant that every so often ones stomach would revolve, by Sunday evening it was most certainly at the forefront of my thoughts and the yester day evaporated into the concerns of the evening.
I spent the weekend in Hackney with IC, it was completely relaxed and, like my fucking gig, unrehearsed. Serendipity, well, contained within a simple format of sorts. Dinner on Friday with IC, lunch with Swineshead and his missus on Saturday… despite the food hovering below the ‘adequate’ bar and abstinence all round it was much fun and drinks in the evening with friends, one of whom is inked by the same fellow what done my arm, yeah, heralded the end of the ‘oh it’s not for ages’ phase of the impending stand up.
Sunday was a little tougher, the ‘oh it’s not until tomorrow’ motto was weakly lauded about my frazzled cortex, the nerves were beginning to poke through. IC and I took a lovely walk by the Thames from London Bridge to The Hayward Gallery to see Psycho Buildings which was largely an expensive disappointment. In the future The Hayward can fuck off actually; in all the years I’ve been going there I’ve never seen anything truly memorable except vast receipts for not much.
We walked back through some sort of lively Brazilian Festival and saw that bloke from ‘how to look good naked’ sucking so heavily on a cigarette the air before him was curved. I passed on the spontaneous urge to show him my goods and IC and I walked back in the drizzle/sunshine combo to the bus stop and took the 55 to a pub we know of in Shorditch. The evening wound down in front of The Mist (jolly good actually) which helped to take my mind off what occurred last night, sort of…
…Don’t get me wrong; I got quite a few laughs. Just don’t think the crucifixion and cancer gags didn’t hit home.
On to the next.
