mostly david ephgrave

My main focus for the past few days has been organising and promoting the on-sale dates for July's proposed return of Hitchin Mostly Comedy (provided the Delta COVID variant doesn't keep us on ice) and editing the second and third episodes of The McCartney McAlphabet. Unsurprisingly, sales for Mostly have been cautious. I suspect they'll pick up once we know the Government's plans for 21st June onwards, but even bearing that in mind, the low take-up is concerning. I worry our seventeen-month closure could play havoc with a momentum we may never get back. And while we're prepared for our return to be a slow build, there's only so much we can juggle low figures when the club's not a cheap thing to run, and one too many loss-leaders will spell closure for us. (What a happy cheery chap I am.) The podcast, however, is lots of fun. Our first two episodes are now up , with number three being edited and four at planning stages. I'm really happy with how the fir...

While you're were busy working for a living today, I was mass-saving pictures of Michael Portillo; such is the life of a comic, pre-Fringe. When I wasn't doing this, I was editing together clips of Alexander Armstrong presenting Pointless in a way that I think will be amusing when it's complete, though there are no guarantees. For me, it was more frustrating than anything; my computer froze so frequently through this laborious process, I considered renaming my show 'Spinny Colourwheel' in tribute.  I'm fully aware this all sounds ridiculous in the cold light of day. I'm not sure this is what proper adults are supposed to do; they're meant to work in the City aren't they?; busting their backs to put food on their tables to feed their families. When did my life take this strange turn? I don't remember it coming up when I spoke to my careers advisor at school; just goes to show that he was full of shit. Someone's got to collate pictures...

My life often feels like a catalogue of wasted time...as it did today, when I spent a few hours editing a poster for my Leicester Comedy Festival show to the most of a special one-day-only printing offer, only to find it wasn't applicable unless you went to their shop in Brighton to pick the artwork up. (Fuck’s sake.) To be fair, it wasn’t my fault, as the email I’d received from the company made no mention of this caveat until you clicked through to their website to commence your order. While this wasn't a disaster, I wouldn’t have made the poster yesterday if it weren’t for the mention of the special deal, as I had a lot that needed to be done for tomorrow’s Mostly Comedy instead; it’s not as if I can excuse myself from being funny at the gig, because I’d been limping through some primitive graphic design on Photoshop. (The programme I was using was Gimp, but I didn’t mention this above, due to the word's negative connotations...