My goodness have I been busy.
At the end of my last post I mentioned getting drunk with a foxy lady. Either I'm excellent at working my charm or she's retarded or something because we're very much an item now.
I left work on friday and went straight to her place, stayed there the entire weekend and went back into work from her place this morning.
HOORAY!
It was a bloody nice weekend. In short, Friday night was drinking with the lady followed by one or two house parties. Saturday was chillin' followed by me driving a mate to and from a gig he was doing in Darlington because I'm bloody lovely like that.
Sunday was well lazy. When we eventually got up at around 3pm I took the good lady for lunch in Wetherspoons (I'm classy like that). Then after more lazing about, off we go for me to do a gig. It was the first night of a new act/new material night and it hadn't been publicized at all. Nobody was really listening to begin with and people were coming and going. Luckily I was on last, so the impatient people had left. I did however have to go on stage after a 6' Scottish bloke in zebra print platforms, eyeliner and a halter neck top, with a horrible bob wig, do rag and trilby (Count them, THREE head accessories!) mumble for 5 minutes, convince himself he could tap dance and sing show tunes.
During the afternoon whilst going over my material, I actually said "I can't think straight, let alone think funny". Imagine having to go onstage and be funny having witnessed what I just described!
I went up and just had a whale of a time. Had loads of fun and was really playful and banter-y and just let the material flow out as and when I wanted it to. There was hardly anyone there, and only few of those were paying any attention, so I just got on stage and grabbed the gig by the balls and got everyone listening and enjoying. It was a great feeling - no idea how I did it, I just knew that I had to.
It was odd, after last night's gig, I've been inspired and actually have the self-belief that I can do stand-up as a job. I'm about a million miles away right now, but I've always seen it as a way to network with other funny people and eventually become a comedy writer-come-actor. But today I actually see potential in myself!
All in all an excellent weekend. Now I'm off to cook some steak
At the end of my last post I mentioned getting drunk with a foxy lady. Either I'm excellent at working my charm or she's retarded or something because we're very much an item now.
I left work on friday and went straight to her place, stayed there the entire weekend and went back into work from her place this morning.
HOORAY!
It was a bloody nice weekend. In short, Friday night was drinking with the lady followed by one or two house parties. Saturday was chillin' followed by me driving a mate to and from a gig he was doing in Darlington because I'm bloody lovely like that.
Sunday was well lazy. When we eventually got up at around 3pm I took the good lady for lunch in Wetherspoons (I'm classy like that). Then after more lazing about, off we go for me to do a gig. It was the first night of a new act/new material night and it hadn't been publicized at all. Nobody was really listening to begin with and people were coming and going. Luckily I was on last, so the impatient people had left. I did however have to go on stage after a 6' Scottish bloke in zebra print platforms, eyeliner and a halter neck top, with a horrible bob wig, do rag and trilby (Count them, THREE head accessories!) mumble for 5 minutes, convince himself he could tap dance and sing show tunes.
During the afternoon whilst going over my material, I actually said "I can't think straight, let alone think funny". Imagine having to go onstage and be funny having witnessed what I just described!
I went up and just had a whale of a time. Had loads of fun and was really playful and banter-y and just let the material flow out as and when I wanted it to. There was hardly anyone there, and only few of those were paying any attention, so I just got on stage and grabbed the gig by the balls and got everyone listening and enjoying. It was a great feeling - no idea how I did it, I just knew that I had to.
It was odd, after last night's gig, I've been inspired and actually have the self-belief that I can do stand-up as a job. I'm about a million miles away right now, but I've always seen it as a way to network with other funny people and eventually become a comedy writer-come-actor. But today I actually see potential in myself!
All in all an excellent weekend. Now I'm off to cook some steak
I could definately eat some fillet steak right now. mmmm
HOORAY! for you and the foxy lady!