On the way home from Southend. Tonight’s audience was one of the best of the tour, despite the fact that many of them went to the wrong theatre because of a giant ticketing mix-up. In fact even I
went to the wrong theatre initially, because of faulty directions from a well-meaning but TOTALLY WRONG man at the station. All in all it was a wonder anyone made it at all. If you are thinking of going to Southend Palace any time, or the Cliffs Pavilion, make
sure you know which is which.
A week now until my DVD recording, in Bristol. It’s going to be awesome. Or bad, but good after they’ve put a laughter track on it.
That’s enough for now. I am tired enough to sleep on a
bed of scorpions. Live ones. Bye.