At least, I was funnier than the night before. I had a good gig in Manchester, where the audience started out slightly cool with me, but warmed through fairly easily and consistently through the set. It was fun. Two notable things happened over the course of the trip. Firstly there was a car on fire on the hard shoulder on the way there. It was a Range Rover, with big flames licking out of its bonnet. I guess that's why they call them Range Rovers. No? Secondly, I was propositioned at the bar. It was by a man, but it still counts. I declined. I was like "you want to see my penis? Really? Well that's very kind of you, but no thanks". Just because I'm not gay, it doesn't mean I should forget my manners.