Pet Patter.
I may
have confused my neighbour’s cat by running my Brighton show in her presence
this afternoon.
The reason she
was subjected to just under an hour of my material was I’m looking in on
her for a few days and thought I might as well use the time on my own to do a
quick run-through of the set as it was in Bath and at last Month’s Mostly
Comedy, to see how much I remember before I work on it more solidly
over the next few days. I don’t think she minded being forced to listen too
much, though she did give me a look early on as if to say “Who’s he talking to
and what’s he so angry about?” that I tried to placate with a tickle of the
head; I’m a practised cat-whisper, after all.
It’s my intention
to use the three dates in Brighton to experiment with a few new ideas, though
it’s highly likely I’ll keep the first show pretty much as per Bath, instead of
expecting too much at once; I think I can allow myself a day to settle in to doing it again first. The good thing is I seemed to remember the majority of
it and still enjoyed it, even if some stuff felt a little sketchy to my
un-warmed up brain; I’ll try to keep that in mind as I do more work on it. I
could do with an audience that isn’t feline too, though on the Fringe, you
have to take what you can get.