That's twice today that I've found myself the victim of a comic impulse. I ordered lunch today with a fake scottish accent. By that I mean that I adopted a scottish accent to order lunch, rather than asking them to provide me with pseudo-scots-speaking-food. There came a point where the joke seemed to be wearing thin, but I ploughed through it and never really tried too hard to be a stereotypical scot, just a slightly Glaswegian speaking normal person - with a few scots words thrown in. It was fun. The fact that they knew I didn't speak like that added to the difficulty of the accent and the ridiculousness of my resolve to pull it off. I don't know why I did it. I enjoyed it, though.

It would probably be better to adopt fake accents in shops where people don't know me. Then it's more of an acting challenge.

Second stupidity of the day was the email I just sent asking the Black Cat Comedy Club if they would book me. I made a typo in the start line and called them Black Bat. Then I decided to just go for it and replace all the occurrences of the letter "c" with "b". This is an old Monty Python sketch and it was funny for them. I did well with it, pointing out that I appeared to be making that joke. Then I directed them to www.ashleyfrieze.bo.uk and it all got a bit mental. They'll probably not appreciate my "whacky" appeal for a gig, but at least I had fun doing it. Trying to be funny while asking for gigs is a real taboo. Still, I couldn't help it... so at least I had some comic fun from them, even if it wasn't on their stage.

Don't ask me why I'm in such a playfully subversive mood. I don't know. Probably stress.