My blog over at my AshleyFrieze site muses on the subject of competition - especially comedy competitions. I should point out that I don't do sour grapes and that I wrote my critique on the arbitrary nature of comedy competitions before performing in the one I was in last night.

It's interesting how the human body works. I left the office yesterday afternoon, feeling like death warmed up. I drove for nearly 3 hours to Fallowfield in Manchester, stressed about arriving on time and about having time to prepare (the running order came out of the hat and so could have randomly put me on first - I wouldn't know until I arrived). I got out of my car in a rainy car park, with 15 minutes to spare before my soundcheck (the bit of the gig I enjoy the most) and all of a sudden I felt quite well. Indeed, I gave the performance my all and came of the stage with legs of jelly (something I don't get before going on) and yet strangely elevated.

I didn't win.

I'm a 3rd rate comedian (I came third).

I had fun and I would have paid money to see the two guys who came 1st and 2nd.

I'll put more comedian's feelings type stuff on the other site.

Today I feel more rested and relaxed, despite not having had all that much sleep. I plan a day of concentration and endeavour in the office... then perhaps I'll watch a gig tonight... and then get an early night...

It's all good stuff.