Nearly bought a Father's Day card this morning, then remembered, well, it wouldn't be needed. That felt tough. Probably because Dad is very much on our minds right now; today we went to his memorial plaque on the RAF camp and layed down some flowers. It just felt right to do it. His former assistant joined us and she's missing him a lot too.
I then dropped off Mum and Sis (and the dog to the vets as she was limping, which was the last thing we needed) and made the relatively stress-free trip up to Oxford for the solo show.
Venue is slap-bang in the middle of Oxford, but somehow I managed to find myself parked right outside of it, during rush hour, too...quite proud of myself.
Cracking venue - seriously lovely in a fringe sort of way. 20 capacity, basement of a bar - just perfect, and run by caring and attentive people who seemed confused as to how low-maintenance I was. Audience of 8, including, has to be said, 3 incredibly pretty ladies.
Was my own support act tonight, giving a first airing of the '50 Ways...' live show. It's clear that trying to use just the tablet is a struggle - the screen simply isn't big enough, even if it's on a raised stand. I need to sort out the projector issue asap. But the content is great, and you know what - it's a piece of piss to perform. The punchline needs more of a...well, punchline, but it got so many laughs on the whole.
And the second half I did 'Least of Your Problems...' - it's a bloody brilliant show now, this one. I got tired and forgot bits, but the stuff I did do went down well, there's just a feeling in the room that everyone has confidence in the performer. This has become by far the best thing I've ever done, and it's happened organically too.
Drive home was long, but it never feels so bad when you've had a good show.
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