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Tonight I was part of a comedy showcase in front of the people who book corporate events (like the awards ceremonies that I've been doing recently). If I can get a few more of these it will free me up to work on all the unpaid internet shit and buy some nappies. But I've done these show cases before and they've never led to anything so I wasn't holding out massive hopes.
I had been told that I had to keep it clean for my ten minutes and was struggling to think of even five minutes of clean material that would work out of context out of the 20 or so hours I've got. Once I got there the other comics said they weren't bothered, so I did a bit of rude stuff too, but I decided the Ferrero Rocher routine was probably just about short enough and clean enough to fill the rest of my time. I don't think it gives any indication of what I might do at a corporate but I thought it was better to do something that would hopefully stand out a bit. And as I commented at the end, I'd really put all my eggs in one basket. Because if one of them was booking an event for Ferrero Rocher then I was definitely going to get that. It was a gamble, but it could pay off big time. I need to make up for my Valentine's Day 2016 letdown. They could pay me in Ferrero Rocher. I could build a pyramid house.
We'd had a bit of a dull day waiting to pick someone up from the airport. I always leave way too much time on any trip, but at least if you're flying you have to get through security and can do a bit of shopping. The plane we were meeting was late so we basically had three hours in Caffe Nero. Phoebe got bored so we let her crawl around the arrivals hall, where she did a good job of cleaning the dirty floor. I tried to win her a Minion in one of those pick and grab machines, but I failed her and instead we let her have a go on a static taxi ride machine which was a cross between Total Recall and Postman Pat with a bit of Al Murray the Pub Landlord thrown in for good measure. I wondered if we were going to get a bit of chat about immigrants, but he didn't go quite that far. Phoebe liked it, til the end. Then we took her out and then she wanted to go back in again. She's an idiot. A dirty idiot.
And we've finally sorted out a bank account, so the As It Occurs To Me kickstarter is underway. There's an awful long way to go as the target is a high one, but if you enjoyed the three audio series and would like to see us attempt something a bit more ambitious then send us a quid or two (and there are some nice rewards if you have the funds and inclination to give more). You can also check out the first of the sketches that we've been filming already FOR FREE!
The monthly badge money is also going into this project (the bit we haven't spent on that free, non-kickstarted series of RHLSTP), but if we wait for that to accrue it will take us about five years to get going. Hoping to start recording these on September 11th - remember the date.
