Woke up feeling a lot better, though my phone playing up constantly and the Mighty Mackems capitulation last night against Millwall haven't helped. Had me hair cut something I have to do every 10 days 2 minutes three pund twenty and Bobs your number two uncle!
I didn't mention that strange gig I did in Nottingham last weekend..After a great journey down there and an hour driving around the city I found the venue over a Co-op! sixty desultory lads eating a dodgy buffet of tuna sandwiches and chips, awaiting the nights entertainment, me and two beautiful exotic dancers. Actually it didn't turn out that way, one of the girls didn't turn up and so the agents wife had to come out of retirement after three years. This didn't make the night an easy one. The first girl obviously had piles and her arse was like a badly packed parachute! The second lady (the agents wife remember) was sadly out of practice and this unfortunately had lads walking out in droves. This doesn't happen a lot at stag do's so I got up and did a lot more comedy than is usual on nights like this. I did well, the lads thanked me and I was finished very early..and I think I stopped a riot taking place! What a hero I am.
I'm off to that London this afternoon fortified by a full English breakfast (no egg!) I'm going by train and already I've been forewarned of delays. It should be a good night,well paid and a visit to see one of my favorite comics and the Godfather to my little girl M. I'll let you know how it went tomorrow.
FTM!
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