Lovely Bubbly.
I had a lovely
time gigging at Comedy Bubble in Shoreham-by-Sea tonight, except for the moment
I dropped my phone down the toilet.
Pulling a face in a place (01.02.17) |
There were good
and bad points to this particular little accident. Well, “good” is pushing it a
bit; more in the sense that things could have been worse. Thankfully, I managed to retrieve my mobile before it was completely submerged, but - and here’s the horrific bit -
let’s just say it went underwater before certain things had been sent to
the coast (which is a confusing image, as I was by the seaside at the time of
the incident).
(I’m sorry about
this.)
Before I move
on from this topic, I feel it necessary to point out that we’re not
talking number twos, thank God; either way, it was the sort of status-lowerer I didn’t need in a public place.
The gig itself,
though, was great. I was on first, and unfortunately had to dash off straight after my set to aid
my journey back, but I actively enjoyed myself. The venue was an artsy
café packed with people who were clearly up for a good time - and
while some of my more risqué material was perhaps a little too much for some
(it’s hard to mime inserting a champagne bottle into an unmentionable orifice
whilst affluent-looking families and work dos eat their dinner around you), I felt like people enjoyed what I did. It was a much-needed boost for me; wet phone, or
no wet phone.