Andrew J. Lederer

Had drinks and some food in the Leicester Square area last night with a cute Jewish lawyer girl from Australia. Great talk but I think there's no particular interest on her part in anything other than occasional hanging. (When we first met, she's said she'd be inviting me to a Rosh Hashanah dinner (to mark the start of the Jewish new year) but that would be tomorrow night and she didn't say anything yesterday.)

Afterward I met with the guy who seems to be the ringleader behind a bunch of comedian-run comedy clubs in London (and elsewhere). He invited me to do some time in a cute, little (cute seems to be a theme in this post) basement room near Covent Garden. I wasn't going to take him up on it, because I usually don't perform when I've been drinking (though followers of this blog know this policy was not strictly followed during one or two nights in Edinburgh) , but I couldn't restrain myself, so I did a long, enjoyable set, which -- of course -- I feel very slightly bad about due to my suspicion that the drinking makes it sort of an unfair win -- like I had an outside assist.

The friend I'm staying with had bought steaks for us and when I got home, (I think) he offered to make mine (he had eaten earlier) but I figured I'd be better off if I waited and had it today. So, a little while ago, I cooked myself a steak AND chips (from a bag of frozen) AND then my friend came in with chips from the cafe downstairs AND I ate some of them AND I ate all the chips I made AND I made two hamburgers from ground meat I didn't want to go bad AND I ate them.

And I wonder why the drunk girl in the audience last night (who then walked over and gently kissed me) said I had man-tits.

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