Woke up late but just about made it to the first school in time, the lessons were fine and the kids there were as enthusiastic as ever.
The next school was pretty much the same, they're all learning so quickly so I'm having to think on my feet a little more than I would normally, but you can't really be annoyed with confident students who have clearly got the drumming bug.
Popped in to see Mum, and then taught a private lesson down the road.
Dashed up to Cambridge to watch A's school concert (she's a teacher). It was totally exceptional - the kids in that private school are just outstanding. Seriously, a bunch of 5-7 year-olds but it looked like a West End show. Money does count for a lot sometimes, doesn't it? The parents have paid for that level of education. Having West Road as a venue for it says a lot, too.
Then, as a complete contrast, I legged it down to a small rowdy comedy club, where I was booked to perform. Dan, the organiser and good friend, told me it was "a bit of a tricky one" tonight when I walked in and I could see why...the audience were drunk, and getting more drunk. My job was to open the second half and my shouty, box-hitting ways went down a storm, mostly because I kept the audience totally involved throughout. I'm starting to learn: if in doubt, make it about them. The other acts struggled, but I think that was mostly because the audience were getting, well, drunker.
Either way, I came back thinking...I bloody love stand-up. And so the love/hate process begins. One good gig, that's all it was.
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