Yesterday’s blog was categorically not funny. They can’t all be. (And they’re not, I hear you chorus.) But thanks for reading it, anyway. Also, thanks for all your supportive messages but, as ever, you don’t have to to worry about me: I like to throw in an air of high drama to the blogs that may not be a reflection of the actual situation. Otherwise, it’s just a diary - and you will never, ever get to read my diary. I don’t keep one. I don’t have time: I have songs to write. Badly.
There is some crappy stuff happening, but I only mention it to give context to the fact that it’s happening to everyone. You have shit happening, I have no doubt of that. Sorry about that, mate. Shit is so widespread, I don’t really see how it can be used as an excuse for bad behaviour. It’s like saying that you can’t come into town because of the traffic. That’s just no good. There will always be traffic.
So, I have shit happening, so do you and we’re all in it together. Let’s try not to be shits, eh? Good. Now that’s sorted.
Tonight is Improv night! My favourite way of working. I hate that Improv has such a bad name and is so desperately untrendy, because when it’s done well, it’s fantastic. Rare, but fantastic. At London Comedy Improv, we have hand-picked the best performers around and plied them with alcohol til they agreed to work with us, then lovingly let them sober up, before making them put on outstanding shows. So far, they have. Let’s just hope they don’t escape into the wild again.
We’re going to be changing the format up soon. Keep an eye out for that.
Meanwhile, sorry about the not funny. I assure you that won’t happen again. For a while.
