Britain’s Got Issues

My wife Erica and I have always been big fans of stand-up comedy. We’ve holidayed a few times at the Edinburgh Fringe and had a great time.

One day Erica’s trolling the internet and she spots a place in Liverpool called The Comedy Trust that offer a six-week course in stand-up comedy, culminating in a gig. So with much encouragement and flattery she packed me off to do the course.

This is most of the gig that resulted (she didn’t get the end because her phone memory ran out, but thanks to the miracle of having my own phone running in me jacket, a sightly scratchy audio of the last two minutes gets us over the line) . I hope you like it.

Stood Up, Went On, Booed Off


For Christmas my lovely wife very kindly got me onto a stand-up comedy course, which has been very exciting to do. Great people there and it’s really fun.

Today we got the invitation in the post to pass to friends and family. This is the actual real show we’ll be doing in front of an actual room of actual strangers in twelve days’ time.

Suddenly my mouth has gone dry.

Piercing the Vale


For a couple of weeks now, I’ve been looking at these two books in Waterstones.  They seemed to be calling to me.  They were called Mostly Void, Partly Stars and The Great Glowing Coils of the Universe, and they looked like they were just my kind of thing.  But they weren’t cheap, and every so often I would pick one up, notice that it was based on a podcast, and put it down, resolving to catch the podcast before parting with actual moneys.

So I listened to Welcome to Night Vale, and it was fantastic.  And I bought the books.

Then I remembered that I write for a horror website, and I asked The Slaughtered Bird if I could do an article on Night Vale, and they were happy to agree.  Then I wrote to Night Vale themselves, and bugger me, they agreed.  So the headline actor, Cecil Baldwin, very kindly wasted an hour chatting to me on Skype, and I wrote it all down here.

Which was pretty cool.