Five-thirty of Day Four saw me at this show. It was one of those "my life and welcome to it" shows. Jeff Hewitt was funny and friendly (I was sitting up the front on the comfy seats and he mistook me for someone's mum). It was like a date without the promise of heavy petting (obviously because to him I was someone's ma). He was one of those people who got frightened off comedy by a bad gig, this could happen to anyone. What I wonder is, what do you do when everything seems to go right (no room for self pity then). So where is the material?
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Reaching round for my soul
Five-thirty of Day Four saw me at this show. It was one of those "my life and welcome to it" shows. Jeff Hewitt was funny and friendly (I was sitting up the front on the comfy seats and he mistook me for someone's mum). It was like a date without the promise of heavy petting (obviously because to him I was someone's ma). He was one of those people who got frightened off comedy by a bad gig, this could happen to anyone. What I wonder is, what do you do when everything seems to go right (no room for self pity then). So where is the material?
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