Back from Edinburgh having had a very battery recharging time. Saw loads of stand-up comedians and made the mistake of feeling like I was pretty funny too. A trap you tend to fall in when speaking to someone you know is a stand-up. It's like when you meet someone and find out they're a doctor, your hypochondria sets in and you begin listing through any ills that you think of in your mind in the hope of a free and friendly check-up in the corner of the bar. Same thing with stand-ups, although their diagnosis is usually wrong (see that was meant to be a joke. Didn't laugh did you).
I always find myself trying to slip half-arsed punchlines into conversations. I'm not sure whether I'm trying to make them laugh to prove that I am funny, or whether I'm attempting to plant some seeds of jokes of mine into their mind so I can be the 'friend' that is cited in their next show. I find stand-up comedians make me nervous like this.
Chip on my shoulder? Many. No sauce jokes here. You wouldn't laugh.
I'm currently writing a new short film in the hope of doing it real justice by getting real money together and real people and real things to make it a decent piece to take around festivals and the such like. Its first draft is crippled with sickening sentiment, so I have gorged myself on lemons and indulged myself in Charlie Brooker's column, so am ready to go back and make it more twisted and loathing.
Theatre-wise, our new stage show which is currently untitled is going very well and the process has been exhilarating. Some rehearsal images should be up on the site soon and we will be sharing our work so far in November at the Arts Depot, North Finchley.
Here's a classic sketch.
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