Always look on the Brighton side of life. That's what I'd say if I were a cheap, tupenny pun-merchant. I had a gig tonight in Brighton. I've never played the club in question and, to be honest, I didn't really hit the stage all guns blazing. As it was, I gave a moderate performance, with a few good moments, and a bit of hiding away from the audience, who were large in number and not too visible through the lights.

Gigs like this are ones you learn from. I didn't die horribly and gave a good enough account of myself to be able to talk to the other acts without embarrassment. However, it was a big reminder of how I've not be playing bigger rooms recently... or at least not done well on them. I've also been a few nights out of the circuit and perhaps haven't been keep entirely "match fit".

There are more gigs to follow this one, into the weekend, so this was the chance to get myself back into some sort of form, with Saturday night's hard closing spot to get totally comfortable for.

After I'd done my bit, at the start of the show, I got to relax with my friend, who'd come all the way to Brighton to see me (and the show) and watch the rest. We hooted with laughter in various places. Any insecurity I might have had about my own performance was soon washed away with laughing at the good night's comedy that followed.

This is why I like comedy.