Started writing a play called 'I'm Calling it a Date' - to be honest I'm enjoying writing it more than my Edinburgh shows, which is annoying. Why does the creative side of my brain always get excited by the projects I haven't got time to work on properly?
Really went for it with the '50 Ways...' stuff today, trying to find those elusive extra guest stars for it; I emailed so many people. Only reply was from Alvin Stardust's management, reminding me that he was actually dead, so unable to take part in the film.
Evening performed my Inadequate Man show on a boat - was slightly worried at first because I can't swim, but there was nothing at all to worry about. The host, Alex, and her husband, Ben were so enthusiastic towards my work, as were the brilliant audience. It was as cosy as anything so I couldn't pace around, but it was up there with my most enjoyable experiences of the year. They enjoyed it so much I had to give them more, so performed 'Getting Lost in my Hometown', which wasn't quite as strong but they all laughed at the right times, at least. Amazing evening, and very generous with their tips too.
Then got lost going home and suddenly it was 3am. Madness.
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