Good Day (Sunshine).


Today was very enjoyable.

It’s fair to say that the day was pretty jam-packed, with myself and Glyn managing to fit a lot in. We did a live interview for Demon FM (a Leicester-based station that runs a lot of coverage on the festival.) We were booked for the duration of their drive time slot, though sadly, we didn’t impart a single bit of traffic advice during the broadcast.

It was a nice relaxed chat, spread across the two-hour programme. Both the host and the newsreader were very easy to talk to. We also chose a couple of songs each from the playlist: I opted for The Beach Boys and David Bowie, while Glyn plumped for The Spice Girls and Olly Murs; defining the disparity between our two musical tastes in a nutshell.

At six o'clock, we rushed from the studio across to our venue, where we recorded another interview for the same station, for use on their Festival podcast. Impressively, the interviewers had clearly done their research on us; it’s nice to know that we’re not the only ones who are prone to a little bit of internet stalking.

We quickly found some common ground. It certainly helped that one of them was wearing a Paul McCartney t-shirt - though I probably terrified him by being able to guess the year the picture on his chest was taken, by the length of Macca's mullet.

(Everybody’s got to have at least one special skill.)

Finally, we did our show, which went well. Our day of talking had put us in a suitably relaxed mindset for the performance.

Then we drove back to Hitchin, sorted out our stuff for tomorrow’s London Mostly Comedy – and I’m now finishing the day with a cat on my lap and a cup of camomile tea within arm's reach.

Not a bad way to draw a line under proceedings.

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