Comic Relief Day
I knew this would slip. What has happened since?. Did my show at the Frog and Bucket, could have been better, did a weekend at the Stand in Glasgow, glorious, compared in Ormskirk, nice, and was a dead body in a film Bron is directing, weird.
Today is comic relief day, and there is a 24 hour gig happening at the Opus lounge in town as I speak. Bron’s comedysportz is on at 6pm, I’m on at 8pm, and then I’m going to get drunk in a good cause till midnight. Hurray.
I’m still concious of my blog turning into some personnel verbwhore session. As I was told recently doing a ‘harold’ in a longform improvisional workshop by a lovely Australian girl “it’s not all about you”. I was talking about big hair.
I like improvised comedy. I like how unpredictable it is, when it’s funny it’s genuinely funny. Of course, It helps if the person doing it is funny to start with. You can teach people good improv skills, you can’t teach ‘em how to be funny.
As you’re pulling stuff out of your head on the fly it can somtimes be the case that you’re channeling you’re own subconcious, as in the conversation about big hair where I almost said that I grew my own hair ‘big’ to compensate for my short stature. God I hope not. Having said that it could be a lot worse when you’re working in a group comprising of your new girlfriend, her ex and a girl you had fling with and still feel guilty about. But then, “it’s not all about me”. Good.