Let me start by saying rest in peace Patrice O Neil. A great comic, someone who was a warrior, a very big overweight warrior but a warrior none the less. Blessed with a silly voice, he had some proper heavyweight routines and the two times I worked with him in Bow and then the following Wednesday in Lancaster left an indelible mark on me. I remember the same material being trotted out word for word but it was strong, strong stuff and stuff that I remember to this day. Stuff about a huge 750 pound man, stuff about worrying whether you’d be racist if you saw black men on the same side of the road and wanting to cross over. Material about the universal look men give when seeing a bag arse or big tits. I’m sure there was more as well but I remember enjoying it so much I couldn’t take in everything. Besides it was literally 10 or so years ago so. It’s amazing how I remember so much though and now I forget all the lego haired stuff as soon as it hits my senses, it’s so fuckin short wave and samey!

That was hard to take as I was getting ready for my gig in Bucks University on Tuesday. The gig itself was a bit of work but not too difficult when you take into account the image of their cherubic, innocent faces when I was thrashing out any angry, surreal or harsh reality of life stuff. It appears the young’uns love sick stuff but they can’t take passion. My take on that is that if you’ve never struggled in life, you’ll always wonder why anyone is getting so pissed off about what would appear mundane.

There was a big revelation came out before my show as well. Someone who shall remain nameless told me this and the people in question shall remain nameless as well, but needless to say this blog appears to be read by every fucker in the UK comedy game, it seems to me like the rich and famous are bothered by what a fat Geordie says about them even though I’d say most of it was fair. Get over your fuckin selves, you’ve earned enough money!!

I must also apologise to readers about the lack of blog this week. Again it’s been one of those mental weeks and refuses to let up. Fortunately I’m local this weekend so there’s no mammoth driving expeditions to negotiate and we should get back to the daily norm. Do come down to the Assembly show on Sunday. John Scott is on plus support so it should be a great night. I might even metro it so I can have a drink or two you never know.

Also my show next year at The Journal Tyne Theatre is still selling tickets steadily. To get a seat in the stalls do get your tickets now on www.thejournaltynetheatre.co.uk or go down to the theatre yourself if you want to avoid paying a booking fee. It would make a great Christmas present, I’m currently working on it like a bastard to bring new stuff to the show.

Anyway keep on keeping on people. Might see some of you on Sunday.

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