Don't ask. Well, do, I'll be telling you in a minute, even though you, the reader, are merely a device I use in the writing to help me express myself. You don't really exist, well, to you you do, but to me, sitting here writing my thoughts, though I know people read them, the reader is much more abstract. In fact, I'm just having a dialogue with myself and anyone who chooses to partake of these words is an onlooker.

Before I've even started, I've gone off on one. This I think typifies the sort of gig I did tonight. I hadn't done a gig in nearly a month. I wasn't sure what sort of performance I wanted to gig and I just wanted a live rehearsal with a laughter track. The person who booked me probably wanted me to entertain his audience and I think I also did that - I certainly set out to.

I had a classic problem with this gig. I arrived way too early. As a result, I peaked during the sound check. Another problem was that I received and, and this is the important bit, actually took, a telephone call just as the gig was starting and near the time I was meant to go on. As a result, I changed mode from silly entertainer to serious person/concerned and thoughtful friend, and had a bit of trouble changing gear back.

Overall, though, I was just rusty. I had a few inspired moments, especially one where I said I'd been "rustily going through my set" but heard myself said "I've been Rusty Lee" and did a bit of material about that... well, I just joked on the subject of it, I didn't quite start taking the piss out of an 80's black female TV chef. That would be unusual behaviour, even for me.

A band was good, I bought their CD, then I came home with the gig ending behind me. It was good to get back in the saddle. The video I took, like the gig, was merely a rehearsal.