I picked up a friend from the railway station and we headed off to Derby. I always worry about arriving on time, but this trip was timed to perfection. The same cannot be said for the car load of comedians from Manchester, who managed to forget to pick up one of their number, have to go back, then get lost on the way and threaten not to arrive in time to go on. The promoter was somewhat unhappy. At one stage, it looked like myself and my friend might form the whole of the comedy night and we were discussing forming an impromptu double act to fill in the time.
However, the night happened in a manner that might be described as "according to plan" if the plan had been what turned up on the stage - all of the right acts, though not necessarily in the correct order. I got probably the nicest timeslot of the night and had a load of fun with the crowd in it. I had to do a lot of standing around taking the audience reaction, as they were an energetic and cheery bunch and you have to let them laugh and applaud and stuff... I never quite know how to look when they're off on one. I just smile and nod slightly.
We stayed to watch the last act and then did the late night drive home. Late night chat and then back to mine for sleep. That's a gig night to enjoy.