July 7th is always a tough day for our family, given our connections with it, yet we never talk about it. Ever. It's a bit strange. I was thinking about it a lot today, though, it was horrible and I'm still feeling very grateful.
In the office today I finished the little project I was working on, in between sorting a little admin for the Ickworth gig this weekend - blurbs, that sort of thing.
Women are rubbish, all of them. I'm done with trying.
Had a really good writing session for the 'Make or Break...' show, it's actually up there with the best stuff I've written I think. But, and this is a major but, it's more complex than it was supposed to be, and is not the simple show I was hoping but instead one which will be a bugger to learn. It's more Kitson than Horne, that's all. I'll just have to work hard learning those lines.
Evening gig with the guys as a trio, covers gig, we're all a bit dozy and play on autopilot but everyone enjoyed it all the same, we're proper professional - it's a polished set that we can play with our eyes shut, and nearly did just that tonight. Nice though, and off-stage by 9pm.
Got back, recorded my entry for the BBC Comedy competition. Kept overrunning, which is nice that I find myself with too much 'proper' stand-up material these days (there was a 7 minute limit) but annoying as I had to keep chopping stuff. Eventually got it done, played it quite safe. Bit weird recording a stand-up set by yourself on your phone in the dining room at 11pm, but it sounds quite good, if I may say so myself.
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