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I forgot yesterday to mention Sunday night at our very own palladium, The Stand's sabbath er meeting Gavin Webster's Northumbrian Assembly. We're getting there, to quote the British Rail advert from the 80s. Or it might have been the 90s, I do remember Jimmy Saville harping on about it being the age of the train and then those loosen up your tie let the world go by bollocks ads which may have been the 90s. No matter, British Rail was shite then and even though I'm not a great fan of selling off assets so private contractors can make a fuckin fortune, it did 'get there' albeit it took 30 fuckin years nigh on and also if 'there' means that at least trains are sort of running on time these days and are kind of affordable but only on some lines and if you book in advance, well yes it turned out to be true, they got there, a bit like this round the houses fuckin paragraph!
I'm not expecting Assembly to take thirty years, if it is I'll just be glad to be alive then and if I'm nearly 73 and it's working, well at least I'll have a nice semi retirement. We're nearly up to One years old and it would be great to see some sort of improvement. Like my local following and now my small Edinburgh following, you have to keep cutting back and sifting through the people who come once and hate it never to return, to see a small chink of light ie a regular following coming through. Again on Sunday we had 20 odd people but about half had been before and were back for more and despite the fact that there was some drunken wankers from South Shields in at the back, most seemed to like it and we must just try and turn over the regulars and get more of them coming. It's gonna be arduous but it'll come.
What you won't get from me is properganda like some of the young haircut comics on twitter, telling their followers how last night was a STORMER and that the club is gonna need a new roof as 'I ripped the old one off', or how about the one about having a 'battle rap' at the end of the night with the other acts and 'it was crazy'. That's a bit like when Brucie would do a song or when Tarby would bang on about the 60s and then do a number with the surviving members of the Small Faces who were 'surprise guests', showbiz as fuck from showbiz land, schmaltzy crap, Doris Day is still alive go and give her a ring and find out about how to do Christmas specials where she would say, and who's over there, why it's Perry Como.
Right I'm back and I'm angrier than ever, watch out people, the skint Geordie is returning and he's blogging every day. Speak tomorrow.
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