Words don't fail me. If they did... etc...

I had two gigs booked tonight. The first was in central Manchester, the second in the Preston area. I set out with the best of intentions. I was on the road in a timely fashion. I had a CD of a new song I wanted to try out in the second gig. I listened to that CD periodically to learn the song. I had my sat-nav shining the light of the way, like a beacon of knowledge, though it's a beacon that's lost its internet connection, so doesn't know about traffic at the moment.

Then stuff started happening. The M6 was down to 0 miles an hour. I know that this is probably a problem, as it sits between where I live and where I'm going. Then I managed to screw my way around it to the first gig, but arrived relatively late, feeling rather stressed and uncertain of whether my next fart would be a "magic" one. I decided to hold my guts in place and do the gig, so I could rush the 50 minutes to the next one.

Timing wise, things were really pushed for time. My set was sent off the rails by a heckle in the middle of a routine that never provokes a heckler. It was a genuinely amusing moment as a crowd got into a discussion about whether Amore is a terrible song or not. I wasn't expecting that reaction. I think I made the right decision in letting the heckler put some rope around his neck before leaping in... I then mocked what had just happened and twisted the script to point it at the heckler, which sort of worked. I brought the set back on the rails and then rushed off to be paid so I could leave.

Weird one... enjoyable, but weird. Then I had a delay in being paid. Then the gig I was rushing to was cancelled... which is odd, since Bobby Ball of Cannon and Ball fame was, apparently, one of the 4 in the audience who had turned up, and I think I would have enjoyed playing to a crowd which contained him.

That's the risk of double-up gigs... they can get stressful... without the payoff.