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One of the downsides to writing a blog most days is occasionally, you don’t have much to say. Today’s one of those days. Thankfully, I just remembered the press release I put together yesterday to promote this month’s Hitchin Mostly, which takes place in just under a fortnight. It doesn’t make for much of blogpost, but it does contain some words of vague interest that fill a page. So here it is in all its promotional glory; as to whether it will make any of the local papers is up for debate:   Press Release – 09.03.17 mostly comedy a monthly comedy and music club at the sun hotel in hitchin While March’s Hitchin Mostly Comedy has officially sold out in advance for the sixth month running, there’s still a chance to snap up return tickets on the night. This month, the club’s custodians DOGGETT & EPHGRAVE play host to two panel show favourites: HAL CRUTTENDEN and JOEY PAGE. HAL CRUTTENDEN is one of the t...

I really enjoyed tonight’s Mostly Comedy. Me, at April's Hitchin Mostly. Photo by Gemma Poole . We had Kevin Eldon on the bill for the first time, which we were both very excited about. His CV is exceptional; it’s harder to think of the programmes he hasn’t been in than the ones that he has . I’d hazard a guess that wasn’t in Bergerac, but wouldn’t want to be quoted on it. Kevin Eldon. Photo by Gemma Poole . I’ve been a fan of Kevin since his Fist of Fun days. He’s someone I always noticed and enjoyed. Tonight was no different; his performance was rammed with energy, confidence and commitment. He was also lovely; we had a nice chat with him for our podcast before kick-off. It was a lovely line-up all round. The gig was closed excellently by Bec Hill. We first met Bec back in 2008, when she manned – or womaned? - the front door of the Gilded Balloon during our first Edinburgh Festival. She’d enthusiastically...

There’s nothing that cheers me more than the sight of a man who is contentedly bricking himself in. Sometimes, the hardest thing in life is making a decision. Should I carry on or not? When you’ve made your choice, you often start to doubt it. Not this chap. Look at his expression: not only has he resolved to end his days concealed by brickwork, he also looks distinctly smug at the prospect. This isn’t particularly surprising. Look at his family crest; this man’s got building in his blood. He presumably opted in to the family business, safe in the knowledge that he had a job for life. (...and, it seems, a job in death.) At least he’ll die knowing he was respected for his craft. They wouldn’t have named a public house after two of his limbs if he wasn’t. Something to consider whilst his lungs are starved of oxygen.   I’ve just noticed the sky behind him. He’s not bricking himself in at all .  (Let's forget I...