In which I admit I’m not able to do two things at once. Something’s got to give. And I’m afraid that has to be the stand-up.
Read MoreMr Fanning picked up my set and put on his ‘let me show you how it’s done‘ face. He started to read and within seconds I was shouting out. He was adding words here and there. Doing the thing my comedy teacher warned against.
Read MoreMy emotions veered from sheer frustration through to the joy of nailing a performance – when the audience laughed (and at one point applauded a joke), I was stunned. I’ve asked those who came to support me and they confirmed what I already knew – I started out ropey, but found my feet and didn’t disgrace myself.
Read MoreIt 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 […]
Read MoreIf there’s anything guaranteed to set my teeth on edge, it’s people who yap on about stepping outside their comfort zone. Or anybody who declares themselves midway through a year of saying yes. And yet just yesterday, I experienced toilet-sitting fear as ‘yes’ landed me in the most uncomfortable place going. Was it when I bounded […]
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