Having celebrated the title win on Sunday, we had, what started out as a night out in Aberdeen. Lorri had been really poorly through the week and I know it was a struggle for her to go out, but she said she felt up to it and was sick of staring at four walls to be honest. We'd decided to go to a lovely comedy club at a venue we know and love. I was toying with the idea of doing a cheeky ten minutes to keep my hand in, but the bill looked very good and full. On arriving it was packed and there were no seats. The promoter, a lovely chap said I could do ten minutes but would I like to compere? I declined, I don't like compering comedy clubs, I neither have the patience or the style to do it. It then turned out that he'd asked the headliner ( A top Scottish Comic and former Perrier nominee) to M.C. the evening and asked me to headline it. So a night out turned into work. The crowd were boisterous but our Perrier friend compered with such ease and guile he had them laughing in all the right places and respectful of the acts.
I was slightly concerned, this was, after all, Scotland, who don't always love English comics and Iwas wearing my "Mackems,- Ramones" T-shirt! I was introduced in a lovely way and the crowd actually believed they were getting a real treat they weren't expecting. I stormed the gig, they loved me and my t-shirt. Lorri was beaming with pride when I came off stage and I was surrounded by admiring Aberdonians. I suppose my fear of Scottish audiences is unwarranted and it made me think long and hard about extending the stuff I do up here.We then got very, very drunk!
Back home tomorrow, oh well!
FTM!
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