Well, that alarm clock was all of useless. I'm unwakeable.

Never mind. At least I get a nice lie in.

This coming weekend is going to be busy, gig-wise. I'm not quite sure how it's all going to pan out, but it's going to be strenuous. I'm on a train in a couple of hours and then, when the journey is over, I have a gig a sleep a train back to work, a day's work and then... back in a car to the same part of the world.

This is not normal.

But it feels remarkably normal.

I'm also quite tired. This is hardly surprising.

I don't know whether the stand-up comedy is leading. I know the answer geographically, just check out www.ashleyfrieze.co.uk/gigs/ and the answer is fairly clear. What I mean is that I don't know where in career-terms it's going. I'm still gigging for the love of it. There's money in it, but I'm still operating at a loss, which is fair enough. I've still got a lot to learn. I just wonder when I will have to decide whether I'm cut out for doing this indefinitely. At the moment, there doesn't seem to be any definite point to decide this. I have gigs booked up as far as September, but I suspect that I'll continue courting more gigs and accepting more gigs beyond.

So have I already decided to be a stand-up? I've only done 90 gigs. It's been 14 or so months. Am I now firmly routed in this business? If so, then I'd better think about getting a better alarm clock.