Much joy was had at the comedy sleepover on Friday night. I used my reserves of late-night energy to avoid being the first to sleep. The sight of Barry with the clippers made me fear for my beard. Luckily, he wasn't very effective with them when he did hit on his first-to-sleep victim. I must thank all the drunk people who assumed that they'd misheard by bad guitar playing during our sing song on Friday night/Saturday morning.
I also had a great trip to Edinburgh (once I'd returned from Bolton and had a quick poo in my house before grabbing a shirt and continuing my journey). I was treated well, fed well and given an audience to perform in front of. The Bridge of Allan audience may have come to respect me, but I didn't love them. By the end of my set, I was happy to throttle some of them. The headline act gave them some grief and plenty of laughs too, but it wasn't really anyone's finest hour. Still, that's the nature of the world.
Coming back from Edinburgh I decided to pick up a hitcher... I'm not sure why. I just did. We had a deep and meaningful conversation about the meaning of life and he introduced me to the A697, possibly one of the best roads between Edinburgh and Newcastle. Good exchange. And noone got stabbed.
After another quick poo in the home, it was time to meet up with the promoter for the Hartlepool gig I did last night. I had a smashing time. The gig went well for all the acts and I met a comedian I've heard a lot about and whose act I'd seen once before and really enjoyed. He seemed to be a really nice chap as well. If that's not a good evening out, I don't know what is.
This week I have two rehearsals, but I'm looking forward to the more relaxed pace of life I'll be enjoying. Attending 7 gigs in 7 days, performing in 5 of them... well, it was quite something, but I need a rest.