I made it back from Scotland. It was a pleasant gig. I don't feel in the least bit tired, which is handy. My set went ok, considering that I'd not done a gig in a couple of weeks and haven't really gotten back into gigging since December. In fact, if I look back over my gig history, I think I haven't really been at "fighting weight" since mid November. This is due for a big change shortly.
I tried a bit of new stuff tonight (or newer stuff) and it felt good, so I should have something to work towards when I hit the gigging again properly in a few weeks. I should also spend more time with my Leeds house-renovating chums as they're good comic inspiration.
Gigging is about coming home at 2.30 in the morning and finding that there's only stale cornflakes to eat. At least I had some milk to go with them!