So I finally got one of these things set up. (Thanks to Richard. He also did the website by the way.) Anyway, to test it out I'm putting up this article I wrote for Time Out magazine. After that I'm aiming to keep this thing updated at least once every... week? Fortnight? Okay, week.
Me on tour...
I’ve just started my first national tour so I’m living out of my suitcase. Or I would be if I could get my suitcase in the room. Have you seen the size of the rooms in a Travelodge? There’s just enough space for the broken bed, the broken chair and the broken television. But hey what do you expect for £50 a night? Basic comforts?
Last Friday I drove to Cardiff for my show at the Sherman Theatre. Anyone doing this journey should be warned that it now costs £4.90 to enter Wales. Which does make Wales seem like some kind of theme park, but without the animals. Or the rides. Or the fun. (Personally I think they should have drama students dressed in national costume to greet you on your arrival. Not because I’m interested in the national costume. No, I just don’t like drama students.)
The next day I spent two hours driving round Warwick looking for Warwick Arts Centre. Finally an embarrassed looking policeman told me, “Warwick Arts Centre isn’t in Warwick. It’s in Coventry.”
I don’t get that. Why call it Warwick Arts Centre? They could call it anything. They could call it The Sydney Harbour Bridge, because that’s not in Warwick either!
Later that evening as I checking into my hotel, the man and woman with two toddlers in-front of me were asking for a family “smoking room” – Hmmm there’s a nice thought.
This is the side of comedy the audiences never see. The long motorway journeys. The depressing hotel rooms. And eating unhealthy food at motorway services. The next time someone asks, “Why are there so few female stand-ups?” – there’s your answer.
Because of that I’m really looking forward to my London show because the venues only ten minutes from my house and I can walk there.
I’ve never actually done a show in my area before and I’m half afraid I’ll recognise local faces in the audience. “Doesn’t that man work in Barclays Bank?” “Isn’t that the woman that I had a row with in Tescos cause she took my trolley?”
(I did have a woman in Tescos ask me, “Weren’t you on Have I Got News for You?” and when I said, “Yes” she looked in my trolley and said “Fish fingers? I’ll bet Ian Hislop doesn’t eat fish fingers!” before inexplicably storming off.)
So this Friday I can walk to the show and I can sleep in my own bed. Shame the foods so bad!
(1st published in Time Out 17/02/06)