Rainham

Urgh. Got up early to do some practice motorway driving and assist with a big shop and have spent the last eight hours undergoing some sort of physical collapse. I write this from my bed, where I have been laying now for quite some time. I've had a busy working week (by my standards) and that's probably had an impact. Plus y'know, I'm double the healthy weight of a 5ft 9 in man. I'm doing two of the busiest National Trust days of the year this weekend (Saturday and Bank Holiday Monday) and will desperately require as much energy as I can muster. To that end, I will shortly be going to bed.

On Tuesday, I had another gig at The Phoenix in Rainham, one of three semi finals for the Joker's Joker Of The Year competition. My Dad tagged along and formed a crowd of four, plus acts. Such occasions are the time to knuckle down and get on with the job in hand. I think I did just that really, rolling out about 7 minutes of my punchiest stuff, a bit tighter than I was in the heat. I must have done enough as I was put through to next Tuesday's final where 14 acts will battle it out for the gong. This will be the last stand-up comedy competition that I will enter. Honestly.

EDIT 25/12: My conviction to no longer enter stand-up comedy competitions remains strong. My conviction to lose weight requires an awful lot of work. But we'll get back to that.

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