Pontypridd Clwb y Bont. last night, in welsh. i was completely off my face. though most people seemed to treat me as if i was the same as usual. so maybe i was. maybe i am off my face as a natural state.

Big names from the welsh comedy scene were there. Daniel Grieg, and Owen Tidor. I felt a clamp around my soul i couldn’t talk properly, i was conscious and semi conscious at the same time. i was self conscious though i fought hard not to be. went for walk in Ponty high street. Daniel Grieg shooting the breeze.

I can’t understand radio cymru, cos there’s too many gogs. i got nothing against gogs, but they don’t seem to be aware of the fact that i – and presumably other hwntws – don’t understand what it is they are saying. How about slowing the speech down hogia ? how about some enunciation? I ‘d congratulate the cunts on their success if i knew what they were saying.

the set i did was slow, and marred by my lack of concentration, but people seemed to like it. Crybwyll. pont y crybwyll.

There was a young comic called Nole,

he was stingy right down to his soul.

Imagine his terror

when a map reading error

led him twice through a motorway toll…