Anyway, that night there was another preview of The Great Big Comedy Picnic to attend. This time it was in Newcastle, so I hopped along, did my thing and then left. I followed a rather poignant touching poet, who was part of the night as a whole, rather than the comedy bit. It's hard to follow a miserable poet. So I orated a poem I can use at probably no other gig than the one I was at. It seemed to help me do a gear change. Then I did my usual schtick... then we left.
Despite the diet, I indulged in some eating of curry at a local Wetherspoons and the Poppadum frenzy was probably unnecessary, as was sampling (sampling, not finishing) some of the lasagne my girlfriend couldn't eat. Her appetite is not immense and my concern is that if I finish what she doesn't eat, then I will grow to immense proportions!
Anyway, this gig was my last for a bit and I could enjoy some "us time" with my girlfriend before she headed back to Reading (she'd saved me a visit by coming to me) and I started revving up for the Fringe festival.