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Friday, April 1

A day so memorable that I cannot remember anything of it. I vaguely recall some half-assed attempt at an April fool prank, which related to a chocolate machine. Not worth getting excited about. As an increasingly professional comedian, sometimes the smaller jokes don't really amuse me anymore. Sometimes, it's only the smaller jokes which amuse. I'm fickle that way.

I'm fairly certain that it was either today or the previous day that I bit the bullet and went to get myself a new guitar. I'd wanted the Telecoustic guitar for about 2 and half years - ever since I bought the guitar I use on stage at the moment. It had been the wrong guitar to buy then, but it would make a nice gigging guitar these days. I'd had a half-hearted attempt at buying a similar guitar, back in April 2004 when I bought lightweight guitar second hand. Having not used this guitar for more than a few bars myself, and having not taken it out of its bag since August, when it was used by my co-performer in Edinburgh as a guitar to play in the flat, I reckoned I may aswell part exchange it for the guitar I wanted. Not only that, but I'd recently received a cheque from Barclaycard for the amount I estimated I'd have to pay on top of the part-ex. Cashback! So, I bought the guitar and awaited delivery the following week. It's a nice candy-apple red. It plays like an acoustic but has a similar feel to an electric and looks pretty cool! I like new guitars. Exciting!

I will have spent some of the evening preparing for the weekend. Having only just bid farewell to the girlfriend, she'd returned home to find that there was little necessity for her to spend too much time there. She decided to come back to Newcastle. She'd also been nearly destroyed by the coach journey, so my plan was to pick her up. I had a gig in Huddersfield on Saturday night - I was closing the show, so I wasn't going to be leaving Huddersfield early, but I would head to Reading, stay over, and then return to the North East on the Sunday with a passenger. So, I had to get things sorted out in the house and I had to get myself packed for a night away.

I'm not sure exactly what I did, but it must have been quite tiring.

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