Yesterday I managed to attend the most gigs I've ever attended in one day outside of the Edinburgh Festival. It was a pretty crazy day - the craziness somewhat exaggerated by the dawning sense of come-down and exhaustion after Saturday night's festivities. Perhaps getting straight back on the horse after doing a show is the best way to cope with it... I'll let you know if I survive to the weekend.

Anyway, yesterday's series of events:

• Wake up early - well, 8.30
• Unload the car, which was full of the kit from the previous night - I'd somewhat voided by insurance policy by leaving it unattended in a car overnight, but nobody stole it, so who's the victim?


• Go into town, parking at the scene of the crime (well the previous evening's show) and grab breakfast with my comedy colleague and erstwhile compere of The Musical!


• Go home for an hour or so to relax - this involved realising that I could see my pulse in my eyes...


• Listen to the CD for "Camelot" - the show I did with Durham Musical Theatre Company - a good recording. Indeed, it was nice to hear the voices of my Durham colleagues - especially since a lot of them had turned up the previous evening to support the show.


• Then off to Dunston to pick up a comedy colleague.


• A couple of hours later, we're in Edinburgh, having used my special Roman-route.


• Then a few minutes later, we're in Penicuik. I watched the gig - attended by a small, but perfectly formed crew.


• Hang on, we're in Peebles - how did that happen?


• Can't hang around - I've got to get to Glasgow.


• I'm in Glasgow - I was the first act on at The Stand - the audience were lovely lovely lovely... I left as soon as the first part of the show was over.


• Back in Peebles - this is becoming a habit. I must cut down on my scottish small towns beginning with a P habit.


• Watch the end of the Peebles gig... and then grab some chips. I know... I know... but I barely ate anything on Saturday. Porridge in the morning, a couple of toasted sandwiches at 1am - my stomach was playing the bongos.


• Back on the road - listening to Classic FM's lull-you-into-a-stupor show


• Got back home about 2.30am.

The day appeared to last about 9 seconds, but went on forever too. Weird. Anyway, everyone did well. I liked everyone I met... er... and I'm just happy to be here. My car needs servicing!