Let's be honest; if I carry on drinking this much on tour I won't make it to the end. I'm not paying for any of it, of course, but it's not good for me. I know that. But it does make a me a rock star, yeah?
Another early breakfast (damn you, hotels), missed bus as waiting at the wrong stop, waited an hour and a half for the next one. Got a bus to a place called The Nags Head, had to then run over a dual carriageway (so dangerous, nearly dead) to get to this stop which wasn't really a stop it was basically on a farm. Waited for a long time, during which I only saw tractors. Panicked a bit.
Eventually managed to flag down a bus to Langport, where tonight's show is. Realised my B+B isn't in Langport, it's 2 miles out of town. Started walking it; no roads, just fields, got lost, angered a cow, went back to bus stop and called a cab.
Checked in at B+B which was above a friendly 'local' pub and felt very welcome. Rewrote the middle part of the first half of the show, took out the football metaphors which weren't really working, shame. Put in some old 'safe' bits. Got a cab back to the venue, realised I was at the wrong venue but walked to the right place.
Another sold out show, this one in a much bigger room. Was sharper than last night - better layout, crowd seemed up for it. The whole thing just felt very 'nice' - I need this to be cutting. Not bad, though. Venue owner gave me a lift back to my B+B, where the locals had got wind of the fact that there was a comedian staying...more free beer ensued, and great conversations. It was a late one.
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