Oh my word, I'd totally forgotten to write part two of my stand-up story and I expect my huge audience have been F5ing their computers in anticipation? They haven't? Are you sure? OK, fair enough, but here it is then....
Anyway, I spent quite a long time on the internet looking at potential gig venues and managed to get a spot at Barry Ferns' comedy club which runs on Thursday evenings at the confusingly named Camden Head pub in The Angel, Islington. Barry's a lovely guy - he took us for one of our lessons when Kate couldn't make it and he was really supportive and encouraging and offered all of us a five minute spot at the club. Anyway, about a week after my debut performance I tried out again and I must admit that I felt as sick as a dog about it all, but I was well supported - quite a few of my class came along to cheer me on. As it's a free comedy club the clientele are a bit, well, hipsterish and in retrospect quite twatty, but there you go. I was put on in the 'safe' spot which is half way through the second half when the audience are often far too blotto to care. All of the acts weren't faring well but my set went down without a great deal of mirth and I slunk off stage to discuss with other wannabe stand-up.
The third and indeed final gig I did was in a place which has a monthly comedy club. It was a good couple of months after the second performance and to be honest, I wasn't really feeling it. I got up, did my thing and was on the same bill as Celia Paquola and Sean Hughes (who seemed a miserable bastard) - a few people laughed, I got clapped on the back a number of times, but that was that and I duly retired.
Now, over a year on, I write comedy, so keep reading.....
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