Unlike the last time I recall using the Beatles song title above for a blog entry title, this is not going to be some stupid blether about puns surrounding the Beatles. Curiously, that particular item was written on the day that I first got involved with MySketch - their first London show.

Yesterday was actually MySketch's first Edinburgh show. I think that I was one of the people who kicked them into actually doing an Edinburgh show, but maybe they would have worked it out without me. Probably. It's hardly rocket science.

In fact, I was involved with three shows yesterday. I teched MySketch. I was then going to follow that up with a performance on my own, in the place of someone else's show, but that didn't materialise, so I joined in with an impro show instead. I had fun improvising, but clearly have a lot to learn about the subject.

Later on we did our show - The Great Big Comedy Picnic. About 20 or so people joined us in our room. It felt quiet and the first three acts had a tough one. Then there was a break. I knew most of the audience would do a runner. 5 people remained for me. One of the five went out part way through to take a phone call.

You know what. They didn't laugh much, because they couldn't. However, it was a great fun gig. I went up there and thought "Hey! I get to do my songs." So I did. I enjoyed myself and in between I blethered in a part reassuring, part ridiculous way to the audience. I could see teeth through the spotlights, which I assume meant smiles... or grimaces.

If I can remember why it's funny when there's no laughter, then I'll be a better comedian.

I did a bunch of writing yesterday too. That was good.