Moz on the tube… going home.

Hmmm! I had a massive flid out and ditched my new material that I’d spend five days writing and rehearsing… and now I regret it. I relied on old shit… “shit” being the operative word. And bombed.

I need to be myself more. Maybe no more characters? Focus on the material… and then add character if needed… or stop being a coward and be myself. Audience hate it when you lie to them… and tonight was a massive lie.

New material. Be honest. Be yourself.

More lessons learned. Moz.xxx

Seems to work well, some good laughs and big laughs where expected. Needs tightening up though. A dip in the mid section, a little fiddle with the language and a bigger pay-off. Other than that… result! Gary Barstadt lives… even if he royally fucks up my voice. I’m sure Moz The Cannibal would like him as a flatmate… with Steve.

Welcome to the family Gary.

Getting ready for Rudy…

Trying out a new character tonight. Gary Barstadt. Not very clever material but hopefully something crowd pleasing and a chance to try out something new.

I may bomb… who knows. But then if you don’t try, etc etc etc.

Okay, here it is, news flash. I’m doing a play again next year at Edders, as well as my new love - standup, and currently the show is called ‘Tell Her I’m Dead’. Yes, more black humour. People seemed to love Moz The Cannibal. I love how they’ve connected with someone so different, so wrong, but yet so right. Get ready.

It all starts here. Love and kisses Moz.xxx

A humiliating night, but I was owed one. I needed that whack on the head. That severe bruising. I have to be cleverer with my material. No cheap shots, because cheap gags (wrapped in a think piece) doesn’t work. I looked like a fool… for five whole painful minutes, under lights and with a microphone. It’s like being put in the stocks and pelted with tomatoes.

I think Steve the Explorer IS coming back. He’s my new five minuter and the original version of tonight’s debacle is my ten. And then… I’ll write some new stuff.

My head hangs in shame… but rightly so.

Sigh! And pffffff (deflated sound) Moz.x

I bombed… big style. My first major bomb. Almost the same material as last time, but re-edited. I should have known from Edinburgh. Never edit something that works.

I’ve got to write a new five minute set and keep my penis divorce routine for a ten minuter. Lesson learned.

Comedy is an odd beast.

No love or kisses Moz

A new(ish) five minute set to roll out today. One which hopefully men and women will like (and hate) equally.

For once I’m gonna wing some of it. No more script. For standup comedy, it’s too dangerous. Anyway I’m the writer, this is my voice, so whatever I say should surely be right… or in theatre terms is “still in character”.

Saying that, I have my script in my back pocket. Hypocrite!

Love and gropes Moz.xxx

Back at The Lion’s Den and ready to roar…

Mozblog is back. Gigging around London. Check out Moz The Cannibal on Facebook or mozblog.tumblr.com

What a night! Well done to all of Logan’s Babies, you all ruled.

I tried out new material tonight. Moz The Modern Man. My first ever ten minute set and it went down a treat. Lots of laughs. People “got it” and I really enjoyed myself. It’s a treat to perform as myself… and not be hiding behind a mask… albeit a very bloody mask.

I’m definately going to write more new material. I’d love to have a back catalogue of gags do I can, as Daddy Logan would say, “fuck around”.

I love this life, this stand-up, these friends that I’ve met and this new way of thinking.

Stay tuned folks for more Moz.xxx

Outside The Queen’s Head having just done an entirely new set.

Moz on the tube… it’s late night, so yes I’m hungry.

A relatively quiet night, even for a cannibal, but then I did blend in… it’s Hallowe’en. Did the usual Moz routine; munching, shitting and Chemo. Definately think this may be the end of Moz The Cannibal. I may roll him out for the big Jewish holidays - Yom Kippur, Sanbath and Christmas (topical gags eh?) for birthdays, but that’s it. There’s only so many “squeezing my lover out of my anus” gags in the world and I’ve done them all. I thank you.

I’ve written Moz The Modern Man. It’s a routine about a guy who gets divorced from his penis. Well… I think it’s funny.

Anyway, I’m loving stand-up, it’s stressful BUT you meet some brilliant people. This may have been only my fifth gig, but I’m seeing so many of the same faces it’s becoming laughable.

More love and fondling Moz.xxx