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Pulling together a couple of composite images to summarise Mostly Comedy's 2020 act roll-call - as I do every year - served to underline what a great bunch of people have either appeared at the club or guested on our podcast since January.

Stills, taken from some of our Zoom-based More Than Mostly Comedy Podcast interviews this year.

...plus a few more.

Of course, the year was nothing like we'd planned, with just two proper live dates in January & February thanks to COVID-19, but at least we managed to make a virtue of adversity by dipping more heavily into the podcast than usual, with ten new episodes already released and another three waiting to be edited; that's far more than we would have done had the club been open, so that's good. And even if we'd gone ahead with the onstage interviews we'd intended to do at the club this year, it's unlikely we'd have had such an impressive roster of guests; that's the advantage of being interviewing people from the comfort of their home when so many acts' availability had inevitably changed due to lockdown.

The big question is, "When will we be able to start live shows again?", to which the current answer is, "Who knows?". We had hoped to maybe reopen in April/May-ish, subject to whatever restrictions are in place by then, but the recent introduction of Tier 4 - which we're in - makes that likelihood very slim. And the continued lack of shows also spells concern for my income, particularly after ten months of closed-doors already. And even when we do reopen, we'll have to take on more staff to be COVID secure, while also accepting that punters may be reluctant to go to live events anyway, which is a double sting-in-the-tail.

I guess we'll have to be cautious for now and not plan too far ahead. I need to weigh up my options anyway, as I'm starting to lose my enthusiasm for the club. This comes in peaks and troughs anyway, as with anything you do for many years, but I'm certainly not in a great place to fight the inevitable resistance that lies ahead. As ever, I'll keep putting one foot in front of the other and see where I wind up.
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