Almost didn’t perform as the lead to my iPod has a split and was feeding back, luckily lovely Claire (at Espionage) came up trumps with a new lead, and the hilarity ensued. The show went fine, the usual highs, the usual lows, etc etc. The only incident being when I couldn’t find my “plug adapter” to switch ShMOZle off, so I had to improvise, but no-one noticed. Had some real filthy laughers today, who loved the smut, and really loved the second half of The Ventriloquist, not just the “c**t tirade” but especially when I kill ShMOZle. Sick people. I nicely disturbed a girl in the front row who littered almost every line and action in the Modern Man sketch with “oh my God”. Well sweet dreams and if daddy ever wants to warn you away from “the bad men” just think of me.

Three more shows to go, then shMOZle will be joining Bored Stiff and Moz And The Meal in that special place, the bin. I never want to be one of those performers who regurgitates the same old shit year after year, I can’t imagine anything more soul destroying than being known for a few jokes. I want a body of work, a back catalogue, not that you’ll ever be able to order from the catalogue, it’ll just be for display purposes only. Like my penis.

Is this a career? Not yet. Can it be? Hmm, that would be nice but I’m no way ready yet. Yes I’ve been there, done that, got the t-shirt, but a t-shirt does not constitute a set of clothes, and you don’t want me to expose myself now do you? Do you?

More later
Mxxx