Sunday 5 December 2004

My daughter M came out of hospital on Saturday with a shocking pink plaster on both legs! She has done remarkably well, her op was a serious one and she is now having to cope with not being able to walk. Speaking to her Mum today it seems she's adapted really well to the "frog plaster" and is shuffling around. Children are so resilient aren't they?
The gigs ths weekend were bizarre suffice to say I'm not going to go into great detail but why on earth do people come out to see a comedian with the specific intention of not laughing, fine if they don't get me or even if I'm not funny but I had a couple of punters who I overheard saying "let's not laugh" and one who sat with his arms folded throughout my set and constantly interjected with his own brand of "humour". He was a wanker and tried his best to ruin an evening that was being paid for by his company.
On Friday I was in County Durham and had a fantastic gig, despite the mic not working again!
So I did the show without amplification, they were a very attentive audience and they loved me.
However there have been a couple of dodgy ones, I know I've had a good run recently and was due a dodgy gig and I sort of guessed that it would be one of the "corporate Christmas parties".
Aldi, the supermarket paid me shitloads to do a short set for their North West annual Chrimbo party, they insisted on me being on just after 8pm, a ridiculous time in the evening for comedy especially when the guests only arrived at 7.45! Needless to say they didn't listen, I was wasting my time and Aldi were wasting their money, I cut the set short and fucked off out of there. The second one was a lovely restaurant in Cheshire. I'd been asked back after doing the same gig two years ago. It was a tough one, the "boss" of the company decided to do a "bit of comedy" before I went on, then introduced me as "Paul". I didn't know which direction the audience wanted me to go in, they hated the heather Mills stuff, liked the rude stuff and they constantly interrupted my set. I should've enjoyed it, but didn't. Note to self: Roughy you've got another three weeks of shit corporate gigs like these, some will be good, some awful, deal with it!