Woke up feeling rougher than I have done on a long time. Look, I had bugger all to do in January...why couldn't I have been ill then? But no, first day of new show and new freelance post and I can barely talk or stand up.
The 'work' stuff was fine, it's a different sort of environment and feels a bit like a library but the hours are more flexible than I could ever wish for abd the work, whlist there is a lot of it, is logical.
But the show tonight was a low. I'd not had a chance to read through it beforehand but it was a mess. Yeah, so there are obvious jokes in there but it's clearly written by a man in a dark place. It's not theatre but it's barely comedy, it's not storytelling enough to go in the Kitson pigeonhole but the story isn't light enough to go in the Rhod Gilbert catagory. It's just not quite sharp enough. I wish I was more talented.
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