(I should
prefigure this blogpost with the fact that I’m falling asleep, so
if I lapse into incoherence, or perhaps never finish it, that’ll be why.)
Today, I popped
into the office briefly to talk through a couple of ideas for a little bit of
new stand-up. I particularly like going in there of a weekend, as I can talk
aloud without fear of being overheard and sounding weird.
It was nice to
make a start at something new, as I I need to get on with this. I’m doing
a couple of gigs this week - which are for the most part new material
nights - so it would be nice to get a few lines up-to-speed enough to try them
out. Admittedly, my new show may not go as far down the route of straight
stand-up as my previous solo stuff (I’m thinking of using the projector more
extensively), but it’s still worth chucking a few ideas about to see if they have legs.
(...a
confusing image.)
I recorded my
ramblings on my phone, using the Evernote app; briefly returning to them as couple
of hours later, to see what I thought. Admittedly, I wasn’t sure if I was going
too far down a vulgar route, but I think that was mainly due to listening back
through tiredness. I briefly mentioned the subject matter to my wife when I got
home, and she didn’t think I had anything to worry about, so I’ll probably look
it again over the next few days. I’m gigging tomorrow night, doing a very short
spot at a club in London that I haven’t been to before so I doubt I’ll have
time to fiddle with it before that, as I’ve got a lot on tomorrow, but
with a bit of luck, I’ll iron it out into something more cogent and funny; I won’t rush at it too much if I haven’t got time to do it
justice.
I listened back to it while at a friend’s flat for whom I’m cat-sitting at
the moment. I look after her cat regularly when she goes away; she’s a
sweetie (the cat, not the friend). I hadn’t intended to stay with her
as long as I did today, but I wound up trapped and forced into
a cuddle; those felines know what they're doing. Still, it made for a
relaxing hour or so. In fact, I’m under another cat now as I write this, though
this time, it’s my own; my life is like that ‘never more than six feet away from
a rat' adage, but for a single letter substitution.