My 190th gig last night. I managed to mix a combination of old and totally new material to get a mix of responses from the audience at the gig. You have to try new stuff out somewhere and a "safe" gig is the best place to do it. I'm not sure whether it was my behaviour, that of the compere's or the act who got virtually no laughs, or just the natural impatience of youth, but the gaggle of 18 year old student girls disappeared at their earliest opportunity.
The joy of gigging in Edinburgh means that I got to spend more time in my own company driving on the A1. I quite like the A1 these days. It's nice and predictable with only a few annoying moments with the trucks to deal with. I don't get especially nervous on stage, so I have to get my thrills somewhere - foolishly overtaking trucks and having to find an escape route is one way to get that burst of adrenaline!
It's bizarre that my late night arrival at home and reasonably short opportunity for sleep left me feeling more refreshed and capable of getting out of bed than my relaxed evening in front of the TV earlier this week, at which I got an earlier opportunity to go to sleep. Perverse, isn't it?
Looking for a new mission
With the Fringe arrangements looking like they'll be wrapped up shortly, I'm now in the market for a new challenge. My brain is starting to generate ideas, hence the nights of trying out new material. I need the next big thing to do. Answers on a postcard.