My talent for getting lost knows no bounds and was on scintillating form last night. I was going to Harrow and had taken a picture of where the venue was…
Category: Comedy gigs
Opposing journey
The journey for last night’s gig was almost a complete reversal of what I used to do when at university. I took the train down to Southampton for a gig,…
Untitled entry IV
This past week, I have most had two gigs. At one, I was trying out new stuff, which went down quite well. At the other, I was performing allegedly tried-and-tested…
Marching
I attended my first ever political march yesterday to protest at the Government’s inept handling of the economy. I have wanted to attend marches in the past, particularly to protest…
Lost and pound
As last night’s gig, I was heckled several times by a dog. This was the fourth such occasion I have had a canine in the audience at a gig; and…
Hex broken
This week, I broke a long-term comedy hex. There is a regular new-act night where a winner is always crowned at the end of the night, and I think it…
Three gigs, one blog
I have had three gigs this week and not written about any of them until now. It has been nice to have a break from commenting on occurrences in comedy,…
Competition anaphylaxis
Last night I had a gig that was a heat in a competition. Now, as regular readers will know, I have an appalling track-record in competitions and go into comedic…
Rust subsiding
This week, I had two more gigs on consecutive nights as I attempt to rebuild my energy levels from Fringe-lag. And after last week’s first two disappointing Fringe gigs, the…
Still rusty
My stumbling post-Edinburgh comeback trail continued on Thursday with one of the more prestigious gigs on the London new act circuit that I had hoped to do well at. All…