A few things went wrong in yesterday’s show, but none of them seemed to stop it going well.
The first thing that went wrong was that the man I was trying to get on stage for the sketch bit could not read the script as he didn’t have his glasses.
When you’re choosing older people to take part in the sketch, it is usually funnier, but the risk is that they might not have their reading glasses. I managed to get another on stage, who turned out to be Mike Leigh’s brother so I hope he put in a good word.
The second thing that went wrong was that when I was marking the scores, I knocked a glass of beer off a table, which them smashed on the floor and I had an ale-drenched foot for the rest of the show. But I can at least say that I did quite literally smash it. I thank you.
I also forgot a few bits of material and to reveal half the answers. Despite these things, I breached the £90 barrier for the
In other news, the tiredness barrier has really hit me in the last few days and I’ve felt the early signs of the Edinblurgy taunting me for more than a week, without it properly setting in. My throat started to get sore yesterday, but has calmed down a bit.
I don’t know what the Edinblurgy is waiting for; maybe it knows that it is not scheduled until the final week. But I would prefer it just comes out of its hiding place to do battle with my immune system instead of all this cowardice. Then again, I would prefer it even more if it stayed locked away until a week on Sunday when my shows have finished.