So as I sit here, having written my blog a little earlier than normal just to get it off my to-do list, I realise I'm a little drunk on 1 and a half beers and that I've spent the last hour and a half emailing around desperately trying to get a show in Corby.
There's a logic to this, of course there is...I'm on tour, a gap has just appeared, I need something fairly local as my car probably wouldn't cope with anything outside of East Anglia right now. It's just a little light, though, a little 'engine' light. Maybe I could take the bulb out.
Anyway, as I sit here, worried about what a lightweight I am (but quite relieved because it means I could never be an alcoholic), I do have my doubts. I mean, the show tonight was really poor - I lost them on the 'big balls' thing, which is about five minutes into the show, and never really got them back. The highlight was when a dog came into the room and took the attention off me for a bit.
Should I really be touring this? And even if it ends up being the best thing I've ever done (it will be, it just needs a couple months to settle - it's following the same annoying pattern as my last two shows...shit for a while, shit for a bit longer...and then quite good), is touring, constantly, actually the way to go? Yet, it seems, it's all I know.
Come on, Corby. Corbers. Don't let me down.
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