Are grossly over exaggerated. I think I've misquoted Mark Twain there but whoever the blue rinsed hell it was, I'm still here writing stuff every day despite the fact that it probably isn't good for my health or wealth. Some might say writing my free thoughts about the business I'm in was the biggest mistake I've made. Mind you that might number quite a few people because rather like the Trueman Show, the readership of this blog is getting bigger by the bloody week, I've created a monster and I don't like it, that was John Lydon in '77 by the way who said that.

The weekend just gone was spent largely driving, if only I could do less of that. I rocked up at the Bournemouth gig on Friday and to my fuckin horror there was stags and hens in the crowd in fuckin February! It's a bit like seeing a wasp in February in your cupboard, it freaks you out. Mind you it wasn't a bad gig all told. I thought it might be tough as the previous two acts did well and they are much more of the modern narrative style. The crowd stayed with me though and pockets of them loved it. One down.

On Saturday in front of a much sparser crowd in Essex, I raised a few good laughs to warrant a trip back in the future which is all you can really expect in these breadline days for popular stand up comedy performers at the bottom end. Once again the two other acts did well and their narrative men and women are different cheeky cheeky charlie styles may have been at odds with what I do and when they were getting laughs my heart did sink as I thought I'd be toast. That silent scenario didn't materialise and I walked off to cheers and a decent warm round of applause. I do feel that we're all treading water at the moment and any laughs are good laughs as far as I'm concerned.

A top promoter has said to me that in a years time there'll be 25% less clubs and 25% less acts. If that is to be believed (and you can debate into the night the reasons why) then I'd say all comics will just have to say fuckin hell I'm gonna make sure it's not me. Despite all the best intentions, stand up is the ultimate Thatcherite job and the first person you must look after is number 1. You never know who's packing in, nobody ever publically mentions it but if you look at people's photos on the wall at a comedy club, you realise that loads of us drop like bloody flies and no one notices. Remember Mark Hurst? How about Jason Freeman? Andy Linden? Keith Dover? There's many many more, we just notice their passing when we look at an old publicity mug shot.

Sunday was mental. I read for the radio version of Jesting About 2. It was good fun but it was an all day job and I had to belt up to The Stand to do Assembly at the last minute. That was a good night by the way. Thanks for being good fun audience. Another decent turn out again, it's building tentatively, I'd love to get the three figures that we've never achieved since the first night, it may come. As soon as my show's done then I'm going to go crazy building Assembly up.

Right I'm off. Football then a benefit gig. Speak tomorrow. Hopefully a match report and then a blog. Keep smiling folks.

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Riff Raff
written by Angus Young's plec , February 20, 2012

I never shot nobody, don't even carry a gun,
I ain't done nothing wrong,
Just havin' fun,
Riff Raff...
RIP Bon Scott