Tonight, I had the
uncomfortable experience of eating a cod fillet next to a fish tank.
I was dining alone in a
restaurant in Brighton before a gig, and hadn't considered where I was sitting until after I'd chosen my main course.
Goldfish, catfish and koi swam within my eye line, judging me for my
dietary preferences; no doubt hating me for my lifestyle choice. Being
pescatarian means nothing when you could still be chowing down on someone's mum or
dad.
To add insult to injury,
I was wearing a shirt with pictures of fish on it. If anyone noticed, they'd
have thought I was obsessed; not content with eating them, when I can wear them
and watch them swim by me as well
The gig was fun. It was
in a tiny room below a pub, which was more like a Moroccan opium den than a
comedy venue - and all the better for it. See below for a picture of the stage
(Rowley Birkin QC / Ronnie Corbett out of shot).
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| Surrounded by seating. |
I very nearly didn't
find the venue, as I didn't expect a pub called the Black Dove to have a
silhouette of a bird in the window in lieu of a sign with its name on it. Thank
God it wasn't called The Cock.
I was on first, to
account for my long journey back. I tried out my
first-debuted-at-last-month's-Mostly material again, to run it in, and
reinstated my joke book stuff at the top of the set, as it's usually a relaxed
route in. I riffed a little about the space, which was well received. If only I
performed on stages as intriguing as this one more often, I'd be able to get a
whole show out of it.