I am back from my New Year’s weekend in Wales. It was a lot of fun, but my liver is not very pleased with how he has been treated. But never mind, I’m sure he will get over it. If he doesn’t then I’m in trouble.
On the final of four nights, we had a pirate-themed murder mystery, which I meant I could dress like an idiot and it would be socially acceptable for once.
My character had four different identities and had made a lot of powerful enemies. To diminish any hope of winning the game further, he had a voodoo spell put onto a girl to make her fall hopelessly in love with him. Classy guy.
It was inevitable that my character would not make it through to the end of the game. I survived several duels, but ran out of luck in a brutal game of rock, paper, scissors thanks to someone who shall remain nameless challenging me by mistake. But I had a fun weekend and successfully managed to avoid the trampoline, which would have inevitably lead to me trying to show off, which would likely then have gone horribly wrong and I could have spent a second New Years Day in a hospital.
So , onto 2012 matters; I wonder what the next 12 months have in store. One thing I did find out this morning is that my tube fare to work and back has gone up to a now ridiculous £6.20 a day. So thank you for the New Years present, Boris Johnson, you massive arse candle.
In comedy news, I can announce that in August, I will be returning to Edinburgh Fringe for another show; it will be with Mr Langton again and is entitled Love and Langton’s Dirty Laundry. It will feature us both admitting to things that we are embarrassed by and ashamed of, with hilarious consequences – or so we hope. It’s going to be good to have a theme this year that I need to write to, instead of doing a set of cobbled-together, unrelated things. I have started writing it already. I’ve not got any gigs until next week, partly due to poor organisation and partly because a lot of gigs in early January are often pulled because of audiences choosing to tighten their belts after Christmas, albeit up a few notches. So next week, when I return to the comedy stead, I hope to have enough potential Edinburgh stuff together to try out.