Monday 19 March 2007

It's been a busy old week since I last posted.
On Wednesday I did a charity gig in Preston, with it being Comic Relief week it's always good to do something for nowt. The lady organising the night did a fantastic job, with a great band, some strictly ballroom dancing, me and a full house. I sneaked off hoping I'd done a good job. This was confirmed when she said something nice about me on the comedians web site www.chortle.co.uk.
Thursday was ho-hum but Friday saw me in Hartlepool, a Sportsman's Diner for Seaton Carew Cricket Club. I was on with one of my favourite speakers and someone I worshipped as a lad and now am proud to call him a mate, John McGovern, he did a great job and I literally ripped the roof off, always a nice thing to do in the north east. I got very drunk afterwards!
I was up early the next day to have a couple of hours with my daughter, A. Very convivial and I had a savaloy dip, heaven!. Lorri drove down from Aberdeen and attended her first Sunderland game. We had a drink in the Sunderland Deaf Society Club, very laudable having people with hearing impairment serving hundreds of thirsty Mackems, they did a grand job too. The match was bit non descript and it was freezing cold but we beat Hull City 2-0 and we enjoyed the day though and Lorri was mightily impressed with the SSOL and the Balti pies!
The gig on the night was strange, my sister and brother in law came along, as well as my mate NMc. The venue was somewhere I'd played many times before, but the audience were a little flat. I got there in the end though, then we got very drunk!
Sunday arrived with a cuddle and a hangover, fish and chips by the beach and sad farewells as Lorri headed up the road home. Me? I went to Gateshead and did a stag do to a 100 or so disinterested Geordies who'd just watched their team lose (I was loving it) and two of the most hideous strippers I've ever seen in my life. I'm glad I don't watch the "dancers" anymore, I'd just had my lunch and that may have tipped me over the edge.
So then it was a long drive home to Tyldesley in a fucking awful wind, couple of pints, supper and to bed with all the weekend's newspapers...bringing home to me how lonely it is being a comedian and having your new wife living 330 miles away.
FTM!