mostly david ephgrave

This turning 41 lark is a bit of a funny one. While last year's birthday was one to be aware of, this year has made me a smidge more melancholy. Only a bit, though. I'm well aware of how these little emotional peaks and troughs fluctuate, and consequently, I try not to read too much into them. Reflection can be a poisoned chalice, and I've had a lot of reasons to look back lately, which were bound to affect me, so I'm trying not to overthink it. I try not to get too drawn into what doesn't matter now. The online world is a case in point. It only takes a quick browse of Instagram or Facebook to be confronted by at least three things that'll make you feel shit, particularly if you're not in the habit of carefully cultivating your social media presence. You start being bothered by stuff you'd never consider in real life.  "Why wasn't I invited to this terrible event I'd despise if I'd attended?" Why does everyone look so happy in this ...

I'm getting quite into running Mostly Comedy's new Instagram account .  My wife - who's our resident photographer - set it up recently, as an extra way of sharing the photos taken at and around the gig, to create more interest and a bit of a conversation around the show. In a way, it's surprising I don’t have my own Instagram account, as I've always enjoyed taking pictures. It's my last bastion of social media, what with already being on Twitter and Facebook (the second one reluctantly).  Without wishing to sound biased, my wife is one of Mostly Comedy’s unsung heros, particularly when it comes to her photography. Her pictures are excellent and make for a fantastic record of the event from its early days to now. While she's documented the majority of the gigs we've run, her photos rarely see the light of day outside of our posters and the odd Twitter upload. Glyn and I keep meaning to set up a gallery on our website,...