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Praise be to Herring.


It’s just taken me about thirty seconds to rebook Richard Herring for a date at next year’s Mostly Comedy (which is nice).

One of the things that’s great about him is he always gets back to you quickly. It was like this from the first instance, when we emailed him late one night to see if he might be available to cover Henning Wehn’s headlining spot the following evening, after Henning had to pull out last-minute due to illness. We got in contact with Richard on a whim (we thought he was too big an act for Mostly Comedy) – and were both amazed and delighted when he emailed back a couple of minutes later to say he was happy to do it.

I have a lot of respect for Richard Herring. His work ethic is astounding: this year saw his tenth consecutive Edinburgh Fringe stand-up show, with numerous other appearances at the festival since the mid-Nineties. He has also written a daily blog for the past eleven years; suddenly my seventy-one day straight run doesn’t seem so impressive.

On top of that he has his regular Leicester Square Podcast, where he interviews other well-known acts in front of a live audience – plus various other podcasts, columns and side-projects, too numerous to mention.

(Rough translation: “I couldn’t be arsed to look them all up and copy them into this blog post.”)

He’d certainly get top marks for commitment to his art.

Back in July of this year he previewed his latest show, ‘We’re All Going to Die’, at our club – and before it started, we sat down to interview him for our More Than Mostly Comedy podcast. It was a daunting prospect, but he made it very easy – and was happy to tweet the resulting interview about when we finally put it up.

(You can download it for free here if you fancy a listen.)

I shall look forward to having him back at Hitchin Mostly Comedy in March – and seeing what new ideas he’s working up at the moment. One thing is for sure: his output is always as fascinating as it is funny.

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