I had a pretty sad experience at the weekend. I was working with an ex: England international footballer who is starting to show real signs of Alzheimers. He seemed a shadow of his former self. At one point in the evening he was convinced that I was Kevin Connelly the sports impressionist. I do bear a passing resemblance to Kev but despite me insisting I wasn't him he called me Kevin all night. He also repeated his storied a few times as the evening progressed. I could see the lads in the audience were sad to see such a shining light struggling like that.
I also did a boxing do in Yorkshire were the audience were shocked when I swore, that was a first! Swearing as part of my act was a lot less rude than talking all the way through my set! That really gets my goat, I don't want to come across all Alan Partridge here, but some people!!!
FTM!
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