Bathe Me, Clean Me, Any Way You Want Me.
Tonight, I didn’t have a show, as no-one came to see it.
This isn’t as
bleak as it may read at first glance. Firstly, I barely slept last night, so I
wasn’t exactly feeling match-fit. Also, I had the chance to run the show in the
space, which made me feel more comfortable for tomorrow. I also got to set up
at a leisurely rate, which is always good when you have an elaborate tech
set-up (the word ‘elaborate’ is a little hyperbolic, but I’m now on the outside
of one and a half espresso martinis and a glass of prosecco, after enjoying a
lovely meal in an Italian restaurant with my wife and Stephen (who couldn’t
finish his espresso martini due to an
amaretto allergy; the most middle class sentence you’ve ever read). It made for
a nice release after a long day, and a nicely sociable evening.
Me, setting up, like. |
I’m raring to go
for tomorrow. I’m looking forward to getting my new material out in the open
and trying it out. It’s a shame I won’t get two goes at it with an audience,
but that’s okay. I’m optimistic about it. Sometimes, it’s just the way it goes,
and I was up against a lot of competition tonight from other festival shows. At
least I can write the whole thing off as a legitimate tax expense or a very
expensive rehearsal. Why practise in my hometown of Hitchin when I can decamp
to Somerset?
P.S. If you can spot Stephen's head, you get thirty points.