I made Best of the Week.

Hot Dogs at the Eiffel Tower was one of the 5 pieces selected to move forward and be performed again on Saturday.

I found out at 11.30pm on Friday night. I wasn’t sitting up waiting for the call, I really wasn’t expecting to make Best Of, although I was sure I wanted to stage the play again.

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Wise words from my brother on the opening night of my Fronterafest show on Thursday. It was a terrifying and exhilerating experience, the performance that is and not my brother’s words. Not this time anyway. After a horrible tech rehearsal the previous Sunday when I didn’t get enough time to run the whole show because we were faffing around with lights and props, I had pretty low expectations for the night.

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Getting my mum to understand stand-up comedy is like having to do a very difficult thing with no chance of success. Similar to my skill with similes I suppose.

Each time I call her I promise myself that I won’t volunteer any personal information which could lead to the response ‘oh thats nice dear, the daffodils are coming up very early this year and I’m not doing the church window for another month’. And yet somehow I always get trapped, though her latest response exceeded all expectations.

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