Nuns with guns
Makes me wet myself uncontrollably with laughter. I can't help it. It's connecting things in my brain which don't belong - they look so happy. They rhyme... they share most of the same letters - it's so wrong, but so right.... aaaagh.
The gigging has been taking me all over the place. I was in Birmingham on Friday night where I had fun with one of the largest audiences I've played. I say I had fun... actually, I think they had more fun that I did, which perhaps means I was on the ropes a bit. My act worked, but I had to work too hard and I'm clearly not ready for that sort of audience just yet. I will be. But I need to work harder. And I will.
On Saturday I went to see a production of Jesus Christ Superstar in Bolton. I know, it's an unusual combination. It was, however, one of the finest amateur theatrical performances I have ever seen. I could pick it to bits, and have already had a fair old go at its intricacies, but it was on a grand scale and was well executed. What more do you need!?
On Sunday, I bombed down the M1 to London, bombed out in front of an audience there, and then bombed back up North.
On Monday I slept, slept and also slept. Then I grabbed a train to Edinburgh and was whisked to a gig in Glasgow - this went better. I'm currently on a day trip to Newcastle from my Edinburgh sojourn - I'll be returning to Edinburgh on the train in a couple of hours... for another gig of course.
Apart from that, nothing much of note. I've bought a DVD to watch on the train tonight - I'll probably nearly die laughing - that should be fun for the other passengers. And the woman next to me this morning was the captain of the starship Enterprise.