up to bolton. and back, for a gig. it was alright, but obviously a long journey. On the way up. on the M6, i saw man, in a big coat, standing on a bridge above the motorway carrying a Union Jack. OMG he is some kind of human beacon ? Giving out vibes of hope and consolation to all the people who want to express something about their national feelings? Or was he just a loner, doing something for his own enjoyment. Crack on! It’s true we have a lot of Karens in the UK at present, feelings seem to be boiling over. But what has the tragic killing of three children got to do with chucking immigrants out and attacking muslims ??

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…

just come back from a week in a river cruiser on the Norfolk Broads. and have come back with a broad accent. It was stressful, but not as scary as the trip we did in 2020. The boat was different, while more ‘luxurious’ i’m not sure if it handles as well. There was a horrible woman appeared one day, talking shit from the back of her, telling us we were moored where the Bilge pump was at. She talk so much shit i guess she needed emptying. Someone told us ‘the ones with the bigger boats are the nastier ones’. Isn’t that the truth!

so i was sitting in the back of a cab in norway. waiting for the ferry to come. the driver starts chatting with a bloke he knows. the bloke has just walked up to his cab, they are chewing the fat, shooting the shit. It seems natural. me nor the other passenger are bothered. but see, if that had been in wales…how fats people would be to complain that they sepak in their own language…

On a SORN. a sorn off shot gun. IT will undoubtedly fail the next MOT, so fuck it.