The Wilderness Years

There are certain things that never change about working at the National Trust. The main one is that on bank holidays, we are busy. A sizable 812 people came through the door of the Studio during my four hour stint, with probably close to 2000 through the main gates. The car park was already closed at 11:45am with a 15 minute queue backed up down Mapleton Road and Hosey Road. The punters at least got to enjoy a lovely day in the sunshine for their troubles, with Cadbury eggs and nature trails aplenty.

The National Trust and Winston Churchill will be two of the themes of the stand-up show I've started writing, entitled "The Wilderness Years". As I put it on Facebook earlier:

"It's about the National Trust, Winston Churchill, loneliness, depression, romantic failure and cruise ships, with lashings of the self-deprecating wit you've all come to know and tolerate".

Those are the topics that I'm hoping to cover, although it's very much subject to change at this point. Time to knuckle down and silence the voice in my head that repeatedly says things like "You're not capable of writing an hour long show and even if you were it would be absolutely terrible and no-one would come and you should quit stand-up and why aren't you doing as well as your peers and didn't Josh Widdicombe start at roundabout the same time as you and what the hell are you playing at, you fat twat?".


EDIT 25/12: I really need to get on and actually write this.

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