Well, what a month... Firstly, thank you so much Sutton for such a lovely, intimate gig last week. No mic-stand, mic or stagelights, just a lectern, a lot of books and thirty two very lovely people. I am very humbled and full of wonder with the continuing support for my 'Twenty years of teaching ' show I'm getting.
Next week I'm heading home, to Broughty Ferry and Dundee and I would be lying if I said, in the words of Alex Ferguson it wasn't "squeaky bum time". The Woodlands hotel will hold a hundred and it's looking like a sell-out already. Even my Mum's coming to this one! The next day, with a slightly different set I'm playing at 'Shotz' in Dundee, where I heard I can buy pints of something called Venom?! I fear I may not survive the night, but it's going to be a blast...
Tickets for my summer Bristol gig at the Alma Theatre will be on sale by the end of this week and I'm in the process of beginning a new monthly evening of stand-up in Clapham. I'm very excited about this prospect - watch this space folks!
This weekend I have the delight of not one, but two evenings seeing my heroes Iron Maiden at the 02 and crossing my fingers for the Dundee United play-offs. It's all go. Now by birthday has come and gone I wonder if 44 years olds should be having so much fun!?
And of course finally, I'll be reflecting on the horrible events of Manchester. It's such a beautiful thing for youngsters to go to watch live music, in fact any art form or performance and I hope this will not be prevented by men and women who just want to destroy things. Thoughts to friends and families... Sadly it sometimes takes moments like this for me to realise how lucky we actually are. Stay strong.
I hope to see you all soon, be it in the North-East or West Country, York or London. Keep smiling!