As it was, this gig didn't happen to be that well attended, but it really didn't matter. The company was good, both there and back. The return leg included a chance to enjoy my Jim Jeffries CD, which is always good company and always good to share with people who've never heard the man. He's very very good.
The gig itself was probably one of the most fun gigs I've been to in a while. I pretty much threw the gig as far as my own performance was concerned, roping together bits and bobs and reading them from a sheet... losing my nerve for a bit before throwing in some stuff which actually worked. However, as far as watching a gig was concerned, I was in a room with some people I like, some people I don't know, but enjoy the performances of, and a small-but-perfectly formed audience.
As a result, stuff happened. When stuff happens, it's a pleasure to be anywhere, especially the upstairs room of a pub in Coventry where a mate has decided to MC the gig from inside his tent. How camp is that!?
Brilliant. I laughed so hard that my sides hurt. They've not hurt like that in ages. Ages, I tell you. It doesn't translate well into words, so don't worry. I didn't lose my mind - just a lot of hot air. Story of my life.