The exertions of the previous night meant that I was slightly late for work. Such is the risk of gigging on a school night and I'm not happy for it to have that effect on my work life. Sleep is something I can do without, but waking up is something I'm bad at. Still, I managed to get a day's work done before I was picked up by a fellow comedian and driven to Coventry. I was to open a show on the world's most dynamic bill. It was dynamic in that the promoter got virtually none of the acts he'd originally planned to put on. Straw after straw was grasped at until I was drafted in, as was a headliner who was, quite simply, stunning.

I had my work cut out for me, mind. I had to keep dropping the energy levels and then building up to try to engage the audience. Coming on strong can be too much for a small crowd in a small room. Having said that, coming on weak can lose their interest too. Ultimately, I think I managed to get done what I could under the circumstances and I had no regrets.

I really enjoyed the headline act, who has now spoiled "Easy like Sunday Morning" for me. I also noticed that comedy can have a dark side to it. One of his reasonably innocuous routines sent a couple out of the room, the lady crying her eyes out - she must have been affected by the issue in question in some way. This minor event was quite an eye opener for me. It's not just words on there. There is some sort of responsibility - people's reactions are genuine.

I was back home very late. Coventry is a very long way away. I was glad that I was not driving, but I still had to get up for work the following morning, after a stagger home in the car (from the car park where I was dropped off).