Up far too early, too early, for a Sunday. Like 7.15am or something horrific like that, but was a guest on a local radio station - had to read through the local papers, find witty things to say about some articles, the usual. Got away with it, I think. They've offered me a radio sitcom, I said yes, will worry about it later.
Got back, quite dozy, had a cat nap. Spoke to Mum; Dad really is struggling - this feels like we're heading towards the inevitable. Had a lovely meal with Edd and Emily, and then off to perform 'The Make or Break...' in Shepreth.
Sold out show, which for what is technically a tour preview, is a bit scary. Lovely audience, loved it more than they should have done. I was perhaps too vocal on stage about how much of it wasn't working, but they probably thought it was part of the act. It wasn't - I wasn't in control of the band at all, there was so many problems tonight, problems which didn't exist in the rehearsals.
It's a fun concept, and won't take much to get it into shape, but I wanted to give that audience more - they deserved it. It was really poor at some points - it's a long show (two halves of 40 minutes, which for a comedy show with the same act is a long time) and there was times when it was slipping away from me. I want to be brilliant, I'm clearly not.
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