In My Room.
Tonight’s Leicester Square Theatre
show was pleasingly busy compared to the last date, yet somehow, it didn’t
quite settle into the rhythm I wanted.
It’s funny how different a room and a gig
can be, dependent on how comfortable the audience is with the situation they’re
faced with. You can have approximately the same number of people in from one
day to the next, and yet that same amount can feel either exposed or relaxed,
as according to how 'busy' they perceive the room to be. Tonight, it seemed they
thought they were in a small audience - in little pockets here and there around
the room - and didn’t feel relaxed enough to laugh, yet last time, a room of less people seemed more at ease.
On the whole though, it wasn’t bad; I’m being hugely self-critical. There were a few people in tonight who hadn’t seen
me do solo stand-up before that I wanted to see me in the best possible light. As it was,
it sort of wavered in and out; it never quite hit the height I wanted to, yet
every so often, it would edge towards it.
There were a couple of flies in the
ointment anyway; for one, a slippery bathroom tiled floor had been put in for
one of the shows running over Christmas that meant I had to keep stopping
myself from losing my footing; this isn’t the sort of setback you can expect or account for. If I’m honest, I’m not framing it very positively; I did enjoy
tonight, I just wanted it to have more impact. Still, if nothing else,
at least the signage outside the venue was informal: