Last time I headed to "The Pool", I got there at a hassled 8.30pm. Somehow, I'd managed to get a head start on the trip this time and I even had a chance to answer a last-minute request to buy a set of raffle tickets (for running a raffle, rather than for me to participate) before arriving at 8pm or so at the venue.
The journey was especially joyous. I listened to Moths Ate My Doctor Who Scarf, for the second time, and I also listened to That Mitchell & Webb Sound, third series - both the CDs of which had arrived the previous day. I laughed and grinned like a moron for much of the way.
Having a good time on the way to the gig always bodes well - it puts me in the right frame of mind to do the gig.
So it was, after we had a mini raffle to determine who went on in which order (not using the raffle tickets), that I was put on in the middle section. There was a promoter/agent in the audience, who had seen me at a rather unsalubrious gig previously, in which I'd made the audience laugh, but offended a fellow act (whom I'd hoped might come that night, so I could apologise). Anyway, I went on in the middle and had a nice time. There were some nice moments of interaction and improvisation and I left the venue with laughter ringing in my ears.
A trip back home with more comedy and I was ready for more sleep.
The gig had been a preview for The Great Big Comedy Picnic - our Edinburgh show. It cost me a fair whack to go along, but the profits from the show will pay towards our Edinburgh experience. Technically, I would have been better just shoving my petrol money into the pot and not going, but that wouldn't have been in keeping with the spirit of things.