lack of pre-sales is constantly bandied around by the bookers….so, in the last week i’ve had 4 gigs in or around august cancelled. amazingly, a day later i get a message from Lee Jones jr – he gives me four dates for his ROFL club in Newcastle-under-Lyme. I did the first one on wednesday, the audience were military. so i lose my head a bit on stage – no other way of entertaining squaddies. i mean, what do you do when, as soon as you’ve opened your mouth, a bloke does a sheep noise? of course, it’s just a joke, and so is my response which includes the words ‘english cunts’…they seemed to like my stuff overall, but i did slightly too long.

I like ROFL, though Mr Jones does have a mixed rep on the circuit. But then it seems so do i – more later.

Also, did a gig in Wetherby – philosophical place, wetherby or wethernotby – which went ok. but i admit i have been smokin a bit too much jazz woodbine of late. this might explain why, as i did one of my opening gags i got some factual information within it wrong. Basically i got prince harry’s name mixed up with his brother william’s….i finished the joke, but as i did so the audience is shouting ‘Harry!’, to correct me. Oh dear. I had to backtrack a little. though i think the rest of my set was good, but they were a little unforgiving after that, and my stuff came across as too clever, so i had to really pull out the stops. i mean there was a quorum of people who liked me, but because – i think – of the fucked up opening some people resolutely didn’t ‘get’ me, a couple ’til the end. However, at the end i went full on into crowd interaction mode, and got a bloke up to help me to the Darth Vader impression. I do believe i won them across.

In the end…….