had some comedy ideas in my head, kept meaning to write them down , now one of them’s gone into the ether.

DID a really great show in Ivy Bush hotel, Carmarthen, with the players and supporters of San Cler RFC. Delme Thomas in the audience. everyone smart in blazers and ties, the meal was pretty good and it was good company, with Gwyndaf the organiser being a bachan da. He gave me a tie. I never promise to mention members of the audience in such a gig, but as it turned out i went around the room a bit, and threw in improvised bits within my routines, -mind you that was to some extent necessitated by the lack of reaction to some of my jokes – it went swimmingly, there was one bit where i mention my gfriend, who smokes 100 cigs a day and as a result speaks with a constant horse voice, – suddenly people in the audience cheer and point out a chap in the middle of the room. i go over to him and turns out he speaks just like this, – apparently he’s had so many choke holds done on him in the course of the game that his voice has reacted badly. My friend Mel came along to the gig. She ‘s very young for someone who’s sixty – oh wait, i’m 59! fuckin hell, no wonder older people start saying age is just a number, because it’s better to forget that age is also mental and physical deterioration.

I keep meaning to write a note to my brother, to ask him if i can come live and work in one of his sheds. need to make a film b4 i die.

Sadly, on the same night as my sancler rfc gig i’d had show marked in for Cu Mumbles, but we had to pull it due to lack of ticket sales. The show was meant to feature Sandro And Simon, the problematic pub boys – thought it would do well ticket wise, they made a promo video for it and all. But no, no joy, maybe cos there was a fuckin festival in margam park on that weekend. who knows.