Table Shoes
Monday. The chaps from comedysportz came down to see me, which was nice. Another full room too.
Did Pear shaped and saw a truly wonderful new act called Robert White. He openly reveals on stage he has aspergers, and is a very nervous presence. I sat and watched him with Paul Sinha, (who’s up for his 5 day run at the plesance) and he has some crackling one liners, and and lots of filth. Unfortunetly at the end of his set he was heckled by a brash scottish woman at the back who accused him off crossing the line, and instead of going out with banging song about more filth, it knackered his flow, stupid cow.
Mc’ed the midnight ‘Electric Cabaret’ again and the fuse blew halfway through the gig. Only half the acts turned up, so I did some extra stuff at the end, I reckon I got a handful or so punters who are going to check me show out from it.
The better show’s I’m having the more I’m incapable I am of doing basic tasks, after saturdays show I took our lass our for food and couldn’t make a make a qualified decision about what a table for two looked, and nearly sat a a table for six.
Lee has left the flat to go back to manc, and already all gone pantstastic. We’ve nearly run out of bog roll and I’ve forgotten how to make tea. Gay Dave is layed up after nearly breaking his ankle on Jas’ birthday.
It’s my day off today and my shoes are falling apart, can’t go on stage looking like a tramp. Off to buy some new ones. What do shoes look like again?