Great (double) drum lesson in the morning with my regular Saturday students, so much fun, such lovely people - it feels like they are friends rather than students these days (I still charge them, though).
Popped home briefly to dump my car, and then over to perform a stand-up gig that was in a weird setting. It was a show that my regular promoter got me - a street party, in a busy Cambridge street. Shouldn't have worked, the crowd were about 20 years older than my target audience and I was in...well, a street. Just a street. Just me, shouting in a street. Did half an hour, totally nailed it.
In the evening I had a 2 hour solo show around the promoter's house. She's a great promoter who understands comedy, but disagreed with me when I asked to only do one set. I did two sets - the Short Plays show followed by an hour of half old/half new stuff and it was just too much for her audience. It was a humid night, I could feel myself losing them by midway through the second half, it felt uncomfortable. True, so my fellow comedy chums Robert, Bim, Nessie and Paul were onside (as were their partners) but to everyone else it was just such a long, long evening. I shouldn't have been in this position, really.
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