Sunday is the day of rest.
They say no rest for the wicked.
Yesterday was Sunday and apparently I have done something dreadful as it was day which strained even my delicate constitution dear reader.
I had to get up at 11am to find my Flat with an Omnidirectional Shower was now a Flat with an Omnidirectional Shower and No Hot Water as the boiler had gone for a Burton.
So once icecold wash later I felt awful and set up for the day in the worst way possible.
3 Man Roast was not running today. I have been told this is due to the venue showing sport. I don't believe this and think the predatory lotharios Alex and Will are too busy seducing their respective prey to bother with a show, dear reader.
Instead I went off and performed at Miss London's Pick of the Fringe. I show I enjoyed thoroughly although none of the others seemed to.
The venue was a lofty church set within the bowels of Edinburgh's 4D geography and, as massive vaulted churchs are the standard performance space in Norwich. I was unfazed by it. But a varied show by all concerned.
After some vigorous sitting I went to LOTWAA where I preceeded to put in the best onstage performance of my life.
I frankly could have basted in self-satrisfaction all night but instead went to the Gilded Balloon to congratulate the originator of Norwich stand-up gigs, Pat Cahill, on his Amused Moose victory and then discovered the Wine Room tech was an old uni friend of mine.
Then I went to sleep.
So there
Love you all. Try the fish. Goodbye
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