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Watch with Davro.

There was a point about halfway into Friday's ZOOMostly Comedy interview with Bobby Davro when it suddenly hit me how special the whole thing was.

Bobby Davro, joining us via Zoom for our More Than Mostly Comedy Podcast (12.06.20)
It was probably partly because Bobby's such a giving performer who throws himself into his work wholeheartedly, jumping from impressions to gags to anecdotes with a scattergun approach. And I mean that positively. It also helped that we were joining him live through the magic of the internet as he sat at the stool of his baby grand piano in his glamourous house, like he was giving a remote award acceptance speech or a prerecorded message for This is Your Life. That - and the fact the conversation was packed with great stories and a lot of laughter - put us in a privileged position, and one we would never have been in if it weren't for the current lockdown; you've got to find the positives, however small they may be.
Me, during the interview.
It's strange to think that being unable to leave the house would result in Doggett & Ephgrave's most productive period in years. While I expected our decision to revamp the podcast by presenting live interviews with acts at the club would create at least a little new content, I never thought we'd put so many episodes out in such quick succession. If I'm honest, the double act had started to feel like a thing in name only due to our change in availability, with our short sets of constantly-revisited material at Mostly Comedy being all we were resigned to do. And while I'd accepted this it was still frustrating, as I knew we had more potential than that, but that's the way some things have to be.
Glyn, mid-interview too.
I hope we'll keep the podcast 'can' in the air once they lift the coronavirus restrictions as it's such a positive thing to do. My main concern is how we'll fund it. I don't know how the club will continue if people are reluctant to go to public events. Without us achieving the same numbers we used to, we won't be able to pay the fees necessary to get our high-level of acts. And even the much lower outgoings of the podcast still work out at a loss. Earning a living, eh? Maybe one day, I'll manage it.
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