Show number two
was a fun one today, somehow contradicting the unwritten rule that second shows
never go well.
There’s something
about the relative let-down compared to the nervous energy of the first one
that tends to make your second show not so good, but thankfully I somehow
managed to navigate around that. It was a smaller crowd - which was as to be
expected at Sunday lunchtime - but they were nice and very much on board, which
was lovely; it’s great to be met with smiling faces and people who pick up on
the smaller details and are clearly enjoying themselves.
Yet again, there
was a German contingent in the room - every show seems to have this - but
today, for the first time, they were able to translate the phrase I throw out
towards the beginning, so my thanks go out to the German woman yesterday who
gave me a few pointers (not the dog). I occasionally worried whether the
popular culture references would be too niche for them, but they were smiling
throughout, so it seems they were able to get their heads around it.
After the show I
nipped home for a quick shower before going to the Bistro over the road for
lunch. I’ve been having bigger meal towards the middle of day rather than the
evening as I’ve yet to fathom out the oven in my digs, which seems to
contradict all your usual oven-using tactics; the other day, I became the first
person in the UK to semi-successfully smoke-cook a pizza, with the grey cloud
refusing to leave for at least a day. I’m not that technologically inept
so I don’t know what the problem is; I’ll Google the oven’s make when I can motivate
myself to do something so dull; my life up here is an action-packed thrill-a-minute.