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Rush (No Jennifer).

My whole life currently consists of me rushing about to get nothing done.

Today's a good example as there's a Mostly Comedy at the end of it that I haven't had the time to prepare for, and as I attempt to do this, my attention is completely split. It probably doesn't help that I don't feel match-fit to perform tonight, as I haven't really had my comedy head on lately (not in a Frank Sidebottom sense); I've been mostly knee-deep in admin (he says melodramatically), which is hardly a suitable warm-up.

Hopefully the fact Glyn's back with us tonight - he had to miss the last show due to touring - will help. The plus-(and sometimes minus)-side to Mostly Comedy is we're seldom the focus and more the glue between the acts the audience came to see. That's not to say we can get away with not performing, but Glyn's and my time together is so minimal at the moment, there's no chance of us doing anything new; if I've been working on solo material I'll often roll that out instead, but when I haven't, we have to return to our old-faithful stuff. This is good in the sense it isn't hard to dredge it from our memory, but the more we repeat old material, the more likely our repeat-audience will get sick of it.

Ultimately, sod it; tonight, people get to see Ardal O'Hanlon - which is an exciting draw - and the excellent Daniel Cook, plus a little bit of us...and when I get time to look over some new ideas, I'll be able to stick them into a forthcoming show and get more creative satisfaction as a result; in the meantime, I'll keep my head down while we keep doing the Star Trek Porn Letter until we get complaints.

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