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Anxiety

I have two settings: worried for the world and craving cheese

July 3, 2021 by Mo Fanning Leave a Comment

Anxiety

With lockdown coming to an end, get ready for ‘the new normal’ – a return to the status quo. But what does normal look and sound like? I’m worried I’ve lost any ability to talk to other people.

My boss called and said she was just thinking of me. I replied how I hoped I was wearing trousers, and yes, there was an awkward silence. So, I thought it might help to explain things:

“What I meant is I hope I was wearing trousers when you were thinking about me. I wasn’t naked. Or wearing just my pants. Not that I’m saying that’s how you think of me. It might be, And anyway if you do that’s OK, because thinking isn’t doing, and I’m also not calling you physically repugnant or a sex pest, but you know how rumours start…”

I could have just said hello.

Financial anxiety

I had another call this week. My bank. Calling to check a few purchases and make sure they were legit.I agreed, thinking how that sounded like a great service.Gelato

The bitch led with £11 at Giani’s Gelato.

“My husband and I had a fight,” I said. “I’m a comfort eater.”

“Eleven pounds at Ron’s Paella Parlour and Mini Mart.”

“He does a great full bodied red.”

“11.50 to Only Fans. £5.99 Grindr premium upgrade.”

“OK,” I cry. “We both get where this is heading. I had a fight with my husband, comfort ate, comfort drank, accessed porn and had sex with a stranger.”

Sexual anxiety

Obviously, I didn’t have sex. The guy send me an emoji as his opening line. What’s that supposed to mean? He’s happy, he’s sad, he likes aubergines? They’re a tough vegetable to love. Once you get past mousaka, their scope is limited. And who eats mousaka in the summer? The Greeks, maybe, but it’s more summer than winter there, so they have no choice.

Nothing says ‘I secretly don’t like you’ like a Moonpig card

How do you make up after a fight? Hallmark probably does a card, or if you’re supremely lazy and want to deliver a huge dose of fuck you with that apology, there’s Moonpig. Nothing says ‘I secretly don’t like you‘ like a Moonpig greeting. It takes so long to find the right card. Hallmark doesn’t go big on “Sorry you were a thoughtless pig who should consider how long it took me to make that bread before you called it heavy going“.

I always settle on blank for special messages, then I’m stumped. The bar is already set too high. Just how special is my message, anyway? What if it isn’t special enough? Should I use big words, attempt a haiku?

Online anxiety

DuckAs a writer (and occasional comic), I worry about being cancelled. Not that there’s much of me to cancel. I have the social media footprint of a handbag dog. Something small and yappy that would have your leg off as soon as look at you. Like Carrie Johnson-Symonds.

The Internet is great if you need psychological help, but have made a conscious decision not to get any. Twitter is fun because you get to post stuff like, “Ducks are good” and someone in your mentions will go, “Um, I’m sorry but my brother is married to a duck scientist and this is a harmful view” and then someone else pops up going, “Your silence about horses is extremely telling.”

I have two settings: worried for the world and craving cheese. As the sort of person who’d take a broad spectrum antibiotic as his desert island disc luxury item, I struggle to relax. I horde bags for life, figuring the more I have, the longer I’ll live, and never go to bed with the house untidy. Just in case I die in my sleep. The very thought that I might post something online and give offence has me terrified.

If I had a pound for every bad decision I’ve made, I’d buy a diamond collar for my alpaca goat.

Filed Under: Modern life is heck, Stress Tagged With: Anxiety, Diary, stress

Learning to write again – the world of standup comedy

November 4, 2018 by Mo Fanning 1 Comment

It took years to reach a point where I believe my writing reflects ‘my voice’. There is a rhythm, and the words flow in a certain way. An attitude lives on the page.

It wasn’t always so. I’ve made all the rookie mistakes … joined peer groups and reacted to each and every suggestion (writing by committee), punkishly failed to break convention, edited as I write, failed to plan. I’ve done them all, and more.

Learning to work with a structural editor is tough. The bad ones rewrite. The good ones dig into pace and structure, and make scant reference to actual words. The end result must still sound like me. People buy my books. Not stories written by an editor.

This isn’t how things work in standup.

Stop telling stories

Being told to lose the self from my words is anathema to me. I’ve spent more than ten years finding ways to tell stories with the fewest words possible. Often, by the time I get up on stage in comedy class, what’s in my hands has been through hours of honing.

When my teacher crosses out words because I’m ‘telling a story’, I want to argue that this is what I do. I make money by telling stories.

Every comedy class handout stresses how standup needs to be about the person on stage. It has to stay true to the performer. Otherwise, the comic becomes a hack … what my teacher calls – with a roll of the eyes and ample derision – ‘another new act’.

As a group of students we are told to be themselves, not someone else. But the handful of words that survive a classroom edit no longer sound like me. I’m not allowed to tell stories.

It leaves me asking if standup is something I can do … at its very basic level.

Choppy

The point my teacher labours is that standup relies on a choppy rhythm. The audience needs to read an act as comedy. My lines must form themselves into (short) setup and punch.

Nobody talks like that in real life, but authenticity is not the objective. Standup works like poetry. It has meter and rhyme. It’s choppy, choppy, choppy.

In TV and film, (first world) horror stories abound of scriptwriters who turn in work, only to have teams tear apart and reassemble perfect prose into lines they no longer recognise. The writer’s contribution amounts to little more than an occasional turn of phrase. A persistent idea now voiced by others. That’s what happens in comedy class. I become my own creative consultant.

Everything that passes muster – the dozen or so gags permitted airtime in my three-minute set – will have been through many iterations. I’ll have read the wordy mess out loud, cut each line that didn’t land with a laugh. I’ll have been told which words to lose and had my beautiful authentic-sounding sentences shredded. I’ll have read it again, and tried to get behind something that I no longer find funny. I nod again as more invited edits contradict previous cuts. My teacher reduces carefully crafted pictures into lifeless iambic pentameter.

Clone zone

I detest what remains, but at the same time find the process fascinating. There are times when I feel like giving up in frustration … and that reminds me of when I first learned how to write stories. The challenge this time is not to write for readers. It’s to get up on stage and breathe life into dead words. A different skill set.

What I fear most is sounding like a clone. Having thrown myself into things and hung around new comedy nights throughout this three-month process, I’ve developed an ear for performers who come from the same factory. Would I want to market the end result under my name when I don’t feel connected to what remains?

As a novelist, such an approach would get me nowhere. But in this new world of standup, it seems to be expected. A fellow student noted our education is like learning to drive. The rituals and rules exist to make us safe and competent drivers. It’s only after passing that we get to cross over our hands and develop our style.

I’m left having to ask if this is for me. I’ve enjoyed doing something different, and pushing myself to face a fear. The company along the way has been most agreeable, but it’s played havoc with my writing.

There remains one last hurdle. An audition to perform live at the course showcase. Right up until I added my name to the list, I was sure I wasn’t going to bother, but now …

It won’t sound like me. The words are not truly mine, but I might as well see this through.

Filed Under: Anxiety, Diary, Stand-up, Writing Tagged With: Anxiety, Comedy, Doubt, Stand-up, Writing

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