Thank goodness last week is over. I'd truly had enough of it. As you'll see from the post before this one, I had reached a point of disappointment and vague bitterness. However I still had one gig to end the week on.
It was a cracker. I was the closing act. The act before me died, though not horribly, and this could have taken the night one of two ways. However, it actually went down the route of lowering the audience's expectations, so I got to shine by basically giving it loads of energy and being jolly. I tried a new joke, written that day, and I got laughs from some of my favourite bits. It felt like a reward for all the misery I had endured with three cancelled shows previously. Great.
I was even back home before midnight and had time to shower and watch 3 episodes of Lost, albeit the 3 I'd watched the previous night. . . They were still good.
This morning I had to be in for 9. We had a meeting at a local hotel, and I was delayed a bit finding its address. I was also delayed by traffic. Sadly while zooming up the inside lane of the M3, I managed to receive a windscreen full of pigeon, which was odd. No damage to my car as far as I can tell, but I think the bird may be woozy. Or dead.