Haven't done any work that earns me proper money for the last few days, I put in 6 hours today - good hours, partly confusion, partly practical, but all worthwhile I feel.
Mum seems happier today, she had the family home valued and it's worth a bit more than any of us were expecting. She'll be off soon, leaving me with no or very little ties to my home town, which feels weird.
Tonight's show was just strange. A lot of my show is about dwelling on the past, and the show I grew up watching was 'They Think It's All Over'. Tonight, Rory McGrath, who was in that show, was in my audience. Nice chap, we had a chat after and he bought me a beer before the gig - he's very complimentary and very supportive of my show, he said lots of nice things. If I had told my 15-year-old self this was happening, then I think I would have gone into a bit of a frenzy.
But it did change the way I performed tonight; I was a little more panicky than normal (WHICH IS SAYING SOMETHING), frantic is my style anyway but this was pushing it tonight. It was really strong in places, it dipped, and for too long, in others, and I missed out the best bit of the whole show (the 'being OCD about not being OCD' routine) because I just wanted to keep it moving. It moved too quick, if anything.
They were a nice crowd, I felt the need to swear more than I normally would do because they wanted that sort of thing.
It's okay, I'm doing okay at this. I naturally feel thoroughly dissatisfied with many aspects of tonight's show, as I really felt in the place near Sheffield on Monday that it was starting to settle and tonight it's gone back to being a little slapdash, but people are enjoying it - and they're really lovely people, too.
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