We didn't get in.
Yes, despite assuring the bloke on the door that we'd laugh at anything (and showing him my blog to prove it), he told us the event was full and wouldn't let us pass. We really should have made friends with the nutter who sat next to us on Monday night. He told us he had tickets for Tuesday, but couldn't find anyone willing to go with him. I can't say I was surprised. The man was clearly dropping a hint, but on the downside he looked a bit like King Kong, only more unstable, and I wasn't entirely sure we'd be safe in his company for two nights in a row. So we just smiled and pretended we were deaf. Needless to say we regretted that decision at 7pm last night.
But having sweated cobs at the Corn Exchange, we decided to drown our sorrows in a Diet Coke by heading off to Hector's House (I do love a pub with its own MySpace site). Floors and Walls are playing a free gig there in November, and having bought their album from HMV last week and learnt all the words (including the swear words), I'm now in a position to recapture my youth by rapping along in the mosh pit with the other hoodie-clad youngsters. Although last night we just had a soft drink and went home. I didn't want to overdo it.
But on the subject of comedy failures, I've received word from East Anglia that anyone who missed last year's three-night run of my play 'Ledgers' due to there being something good on the telly that week, has another chance to experience the magic of suicide on the 27th of this month.The East Bergholt Dramatic Society want to pay twenty quid of their own money to perform Ledgers at this year's Brantham Play Festival, and frankly who am I to stop them. It's eleven months since the last performance, so I'm classing this as a revival. Tickets are selling fast (I expect), so if you want to see just how much comedy mileage I can get from a bit of depression and a packet of Penguins, you need to book now to avoid disappointment.
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