24/08/06
This'll be good... -
Categories: This'll be good...
Right - first off - whilst I think on - if Katherine Jakeaways is reading this then Katherine, I am reeeeally sorry I didn't catch up with you. I came to the loft bar but wasn't allowed in, and couldn't get a message to you as this could have been a coded terrorist message (???). I spent two hours trying to track down your number, eventually did and texted you. I hope it was the right number but if it wasn't then you've got the message from me now on here xx
Let's talk about the good bits of the day.
I went to Stephen Grants show. Loved that. To be fair, I can watch Stephen on stage all day - particularly his interaction. I've always said he is the best compere in the country based on that (and that was never me sucking up to him or trying to get gigs, I genuinely believe that). He's either super quick minded or he has a response written and ready for every opportunity. Either way, it's fucking impressive. He was captivating for the full hour, a really interesting and funny show and he never gave less than 110%.
What else good happened today? Erm...I got a four star review in three weeks. But hang on - I'm not reading my reviews! But hang on again - Stephen Grant IS (reading my reviews) and just HAD to tell me! Well I know now, and he was being kind really.
Can you spot the thing I'm not mentioning yet viewers?
Well? Can you? That thing I always talk about on here? That thing that is the reason I am up in Scotland and writing this blog in the first place? I'll give you a clue...I didn't do it tonight...
That's right - my show.
I don't know what the fuck happened. As far as I know the tickets were on sale. This is me putting on a brave face by the way, don't think I'm not tortured beyond belief with humiliation on the inside because I am. Right now I just want to play on the Playstation. That's all I want in the world. It's switched on but I am doing this - that's because I care. That's because I made a commitment to you dear reader, representative of the general public that you are - the general public, I might add, who abandoned me so harshly tonight.
Four.
Yep - that's not a typo.
Four.
We thought we'd heard it wrong ourselves over the front of house radio.
Four.
Was there ever a crueller number?
Sorry to the people that did come down to play - hope you come back tomorrow - it wouldn't have been fun for any of us though and I was on the brink of fainting which would have been even more awkward, particularly if I'd swallowed my tongue as well - it just wouldn't have been much of a show.
I was ill already when I got there. I didn't need much of an excuse to cry off and I grabbed it. They were going to make the street team come in and watch it to boost numbers but fuck that - they've had a busy enough day without having to sit through me at the end of it. So there we have it - I can't do you a show report as there was no show. Don't really know what else to say, feeling pretty fucking sorry for myself if the truth be told.
I've never felt less wanted in my entire life.
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