I'm on the train back from a gig where I died on my arse. It shouldn't have gone that way. The crowd were lovely, and had been warmed up well by the MC. Then I went on and killed it stone dead. I got a smattering of laughs, but mostly when I signposted when it wasn't going my way, which is a dangerous move; do to much of it, and you end up voicing your audience's concern in the first place. The worst moment was when I caught the eye of a woman in the crowd who was completely perplexed by what I was saying, and clearly embarrassed by the silence. That wasn't good for the ego. To be fair, I was first on, which is never an easy spot. I also didn't have much time to turn things around. It still felt like a disappointment, particularly on the back of a brief gig hiatus. For a fleeting moment I felt I'd become the embodiment of my recent bad review. You shouldn't entertain those thoughts for too long. In reality, my recent gigs have mostly gone w...
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